At the boys home we have boys and girls, from the age of two to five years. The girls when they are five go to Nazareth House. The same orphanage I use to live in, when I was a child. The boys stay at St. Joseph's until they are 12 years old. Well you would never believe it, there is a lady here looking after the little babies who should not be. WHY? 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.
