MONDAY MID-DAY – KHALID RAFIQThe hot water drenches me as I turn my face upwards to the shower head in Mum and Dad's en-suite bathroom. Uncle Ali said it would be a good idea to come in here. I don't think any of us fancy using the family bathroom. I feel bad for Dad. He had to scrub the bath this morning to get rid of the bloodstains. It makes me want to retch, just thinking about all that pinkness on the tiles.
As soon as I think about my mum and what's happened, the tears come again. No matter how hard I try to control them, they fall steadily down my cheeks. I've always thought it was uncool for someone of my age to cry, but you never expect to be in a situation like this, do you?
Switching off the water, I dry myself on a fresh towel. It's really quite weird being in here, because d
