You were too busy to notice...

That your oldest daughter was being overworked at school.

That her homework made her worried.

That the other girls were making fun of her.

That she was being bullied.


You were too busy to notice...

That your elder son was throwing up after meals.

That he was actually quite unwell.

That he was feeling upset and alone in life.

That he was bulimic but had no one to tell.


You were too busy to notice...

That your youngest daughter was an attention seeker.

That she didn't care about anyone else.

That she was hurting everyone that she knew.

That she was becoming a lot like yourself.


You were too busy to notice...

That your youngest son was living in detention.

That he thought he was losing his sight.

That he could barely read the board any more.

That he was dyslexic, and could barely write.


You were too busy shouting at dad to notice...

That he was trying to stop us from falling apart.

That he looked after us, when he could have been having fun.

That everything and everyone in his life was making him stressed.

That he did more for us than you had ever done.


You were too busy blaming me to notice...

That my life isn't as perfect as you thought it was.

What a scared child I had became.

That I hated seeing my world crumble around me.

That I was never the one to blame.


Home life is terrible.

The damage is done.

It's fallen down around you.

Have you noticed yet, mum?