It started around midnight.
“You’re a martyr – just like your mother,” yelled my mother.
“You’re a dictator – just like your father,” yelled my father.
Eight years old and listening through plaster walls they’d built themselves, I wondered which parts of them had collided in me.
They thought I was asleep.
Jasmine Beth writes and performs songs, stories and poems. She lives in Sydney, but tours Australia and the UK regularly. Follow her at jasminebeth.com.
This is great. Says so much. Love it.
Thank you, Sue!
So damaging to the kid—parents take it outside!
Absolutely!
So poignant. You are a brilliant artist, Jasmine! When do you next visit London?