One day on one of my days off, while I was doing my washing, she was taking the babies for a walk and I saw her hitting some of the little ones. I went straight over to her and took the stick off her and hit her with it. I told the nuns. You know she stayed looking after the babies. I couldn't understand why they didn't send her away, when they knew what she was like to the little ones.
So I made sure whenever I could that I would keep an eye on her and I told her that if I saw her lay a hand on the babies, that I would kill her and do to her whatever she did to the babies.
The little ones were safe as long as I was around.
My bedroom was opposite hers, I would lock my door at night for fear of what I would do to her, for hurting the little babies, who could not defend themselves against her. I used to have bad nightmares and still do.
One night I was dreaming that I was standing beside Doreen Taylor's bed, with her big wooden valve radio. It was about one foot long and one and a half feet wide.
It was a very heavy radio. There I was with it in my hands and I was dreaming that I was going to kill her. I could hear my name.
"Ann!, Ann!, Ann!, wake up, what are you doing?"
I could not believe my eyes in what I saw, my dream was not a dream, it was real. I was going to kill her.
I woke up very quickly after that and put her radio down on the table by her bed. Then I told her I was looking for the number on her radio. What made me say that I don't know. From then on I tried to wake up when ever I have any nightmares.