waiting...

to go home. It was all he was asking for all morning. So tired and cross, lashing out at us, hitting and throwing things every time his painkillers ran out.

Us fighting and bickering, all so tired and fed up. At a loss as what to do. Each session of abuse finished with sobbing and hugs and then sleep in my arms.

Finally homelate afternoon and he asks to

play choo choos!