She walks through the door, smelling of fizz pop and fresh air… I swallow the comment lodged in my throat regarding the dishevelled condition of her school blazer…….

Me: I’m getting myself a drink. Would u like something?… Apple juice? Ginger beer? Mango smoothie. Or something warm?

Daughter takes a moment longer than a genuine smile to reflect on the question…..

Daughter: Yes please.

Me: What would u like?

She’s  looking so serious….

Daughter: The blood of my enemies.