he [Lemn Sissay] ran away back to them a couple of times, but on those occasions he was kept in the front room, reserved for visitors, and his foster parents acted as if they hardly knew him.Sissay's mouth twists a little as he recounts the story. "I had been naughty because I'd taken some biscuits from the tin without asking and smoked a cigarette with some of the other boys on the estate. These people were my parents. It took me a long, long time not to refer to them as mum and dad. I'd been with them since I was a baby."
from Community Care: Interview: Lemn Sissay--poet, playwright and careleaver
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