Indicating just how deprived I was. I still have trouble fully accepting that reality.

The dream ended with me having to piggy back a very old and fragile mother. And there, standing at the door was a very unstable dad, who had taken over our room. He wasn't happy with the little that was left for him, and was about to show it.

I called out for someone to call the police, but I knew no one did.

There was no sense of home/security from either parent, and no justice for that crime.