The other child

The first time I saw this happy-go-lucky young lady (let’s call her Norine) was at work. As we got talking, she told me she and her husband had one son, five years or so, and a baby girl on the way. ‘You had him pretty young’, I remarked, and she simply smiled. Little did I know that this was her step-son. I would never have known if her friends hadn’t told me likewise.
There's need to also address domestic abuse of children by women.  (Net photos)
There's need to also address domestic abuse of children by women. (Net photos)
Catherine Gashegu