A Nightingale Sang

A Nightingale Sang A captivating story of love and determination. By the author of Perhaps it was Jane.Her mother once told her that each time someone died and went to the cemetery, a nightingale sang as their soul floated up to heaven, but, Kate had never seen the nightingale and she had never heard it sing As the eldest child of an outwardly normal family, Kate strives hard to protect her young siblings from the truth hidden within the very walls that should hold them safe. Her journey, fraught with angst and worriment, fails to deter her in her quest for freedom and sanctuary. Many years had passed since my mind had allowed me to think about the horrible times and experiences I had endured as a child. I mean, you come to terms with it, don't you? What happens when you are growing up, is simply a part of growing up and being properly disciplined, so that you turn out to be a good person. So, its normal isn't it? I was sure it was normal. My friends were smacked and told off, weren't they? It wasn't just me, although, thinking about it now, none of my friends ever seemed to have marks still on them the following day, or cuts that lasted for weeks on end. Cuts that hadn't healed before the next lot appeared. None of my friends complained about the sore wetness between their legs either.