The Boy from the Kids Home…

John Radoux

I was six years old when I stepped foot in a children’s home for the first time, although I have no recollection of that initial experience. It must have been confusing, but perhaps there would have been relief too — the foster carers my brother and I had moved from were not very kind towards us. Although, admittedly, I must have been very difficult to care for, to be alongside, to love. You’re not really meant to say that are you? About yourself, or about a child, or about a child in care.

But it is true.

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