“It’s broken, my green swimming cap,” I say to my mum, tears running down my cheeks, as I lift it up from the floor in two pieces. Ever since yesterday I have been so angry with my cat that ripped my green swimming cap in half. I feel a jab of fear too, when I have to face my dad and say that I’ve broken the old, green swimming cap. To get rid of the feeling of fear, I get out my art and craft set and start to glue it back together. I think to myself, will he notice?