A long way from home /
by Glass, Cathy.
Material type: BookPublisher: London : Harper Element, 2018Description: 308 pages ; 20 cm.ISBN: 9780008275891 (pbk.) :; 0008275890 (pbk.) :.Classification number: 362.733 GLASubject(s): Glass, Cathy | Foster children -- Great Britain | Foster mothers -- Great Britain | Foster home care -- Great Britain | Foster children -- Family relationships -- Great Britain | Family and Relationships | Family and RelationshipsSummary: This title tells the true story of 2 year-old Anna, abandoned by her natural parents, left alone in a neglected orphanage. Elaine and Ian had travelled half way round the world to adopt little Anna. She couldn't have been more wanted, loved, and cherished. So why was she now in foster care and living with me? It didn't make sense. Until I learned what had happened. Dressed only in nappies and ragged T-shirts the children were incarcerated in their cots. Their large eyes stared out blankly from emaciated faces. Some were obviously disabled, others not, but all were badly undernourished. Flies circled around the broken ceiling fans and buzzed against the grids covering the windows. The only toys were a few balls and a handful of building bricks, but no child played with them. The silence was deafening and unnatural. Not one of the thirty or so infants cried, let alone spoke.Item type | Current library | Collection | Call number | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item holds | |
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Book - Adult Paperback | Formby Library | Adult Non-Fiction | 362.733 GLA (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | Available | 002953336X |
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This title tells the true story of 2 year-old Anna, abandoned by her natural parents, left alone in a neglected orphanage. Elaine and Ian had travelled half way round the world to adopt little Anna. She couldn't have been more wanted, loved, and cherished. So why was she now in foster care and living with me? It didn't make sense. Until I learned what had happened. Dressed only in nappies and ragged T-shirts the children were incarcerated in their cots. Their large eyes stared out blankly from emaciated faces. Some were obviously disabled, others not, but all were badly undernourished. Flies circled around the broken ceiling fans and buzzed against the grids covering the windows. The only toys were a few balls and a handful of building bricks, but no child played with them. The silence was deafening and unnatural. Not one of the thirty or so infants cried, let alone spoke.
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