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'Simple yet shocking ... Sad and disturbing, it's unexpectedly uplifting too' - Elle
'Kelly's story, while harrowing and fraught with sadness, is superbly told and will stick with the reader long after the last page has been turned' - Sunday Business Post
'A searing account of the emotional and physical cruelty meted out at the orphanage'
- Sunday Telegraph
In the 1950s, shortly after my father’s death, I was left in the care of nuns at a Catholic orphanage while my mother searched for a place for us to live. I was eight years old. But far from being cared for, I found myself in a savage and terrifying institution where physical, emotional and sexual abuse was the daily norm and the children’s lives were reduced to stark survival. As the months became years and no word came from my mother, I sought comfort from the girls around me, and especially the bright, angel-voiced Frances. When a tragic accident robbed me of my dearest friend, the memories were too traumatic to confront. It was not until years later, on a Kibbutz in Israel, that a friendship with an elderly Holocaust survivor gave me the strength to revisit my past — and the orphanage of my broken childhood.
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