Inner Flame
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Shabitha Kaneshanathan 9W Inner Flame I wish it would just stop. Stop crying. Its large eyes are constantly following me, wherever I go, lying in its cot, bawling away. I'm too frightened. I can't pick it up. My hands keep quivering every time I go near him. What if something terrible happens? It feels as though history is repeating itself. The same year old baby, the same behaviour, and the same day of the week... Wednesday night, was always the best night of the week for me. It was babysitting night! It loved it, especially in the summer, as I could take them out to play. I had been given the responsibility of looking after young kids and babies, whereas others weren't trusted. I felt so grown up! Their soft skin, little scampering feet, and innocent eyes enchanted me; it was just like watching little angels. The baby that I regularly watched was...

