Hate.

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I stood leaning against the kitchen bench top waiting for the iron to heat up, eating nuts as I waited.

My daughter pipes up ‘I hate the smell of  nuts’

and I respond ‘you hate a lot of things at the moment and my hope for you is that one day that changes’.

Silence.

Ironing.

Truth.

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