When I think about the burglar menacing my mother, the memories are slippery. She wasn’t chirping. She was screaming
- Posted on June 22, 2025
- By The Guardian
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When I think about the burglar menacing my mother, the memories are slippery. She wasn’t chirping. She was screaming
Natasha Sholl was four (… or perhaps five?) when a man entered her family home wielding a knife (… or a box cutter? … or a screwdriver?)
