Bath night


Another night another bath another filthy little face, my dad’s personal hygiene is nothing short of a disgrace.

There’s porridge behind his ears and milk dribbling down his chin, I look at him disconcertingly unsure where to begin.
Yet he insists on bathing me before I go to bed, perhaps just once he should consider getting in instead.

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