It’s Mummy’s turn to put me to bed.
“Once there was a beautiful princess, as free as the birds…”
Mummy’s wine sloshes gently, the glass as thin and perfect as she was before she had me.
“Now where was I?” she says, dragging her eyes back to me. She doesn’t tell me what happened to the princess.
Mummy pulls up the covers to tuck me in. For just a second, I worry that she will put them right over my ugly face.
“I’m sorry,” I say, because my aching tummy tells me to.
Her kiss only ever comes after lights out.