“It was Australia day, 1989. I was 2 and a half years old. My father came home from work to find police cars surrounding the small cottage where we lived, my mother in a police car and myself being taken away in an ambulance.
I can still vaguely remember my mother sterilizing the knife in boiling water, then lying me on the sheepskin rug, me putting my hands up to stop the falling knife. My mother slit my throat from ear to ear….”~ WryLilt
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