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I was at the end of my tether. My daughters, six and eight, had been bickering for hours. The big one pushed the little one off the top bunk. The little one whacked the big one round the head with a broom. They couldn’t leave each other alone, but at the same time, they couldn’t bear to be in the same room.

“If I hear ‘Muuuuuummm’ one more time…” my words hung in the air. The girls carried on, as if I was invisible. The sound of their whining pieced my soul. I couldn’t take another minute.

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