Dance for your Daddy

''This morning I found this bag. I had been looking for sweets. I put my hand in the bag and felt a sticky liquid on my fingers, then I looked at it. A red smear. Then I looked in the bag: bloody knives and clothes. It didn''t feel good. What did it mean? I don''t know. There are no answers; I daren''t ask the questions''

Growing up in poverty in London''s East End, Kathy was eight years old when h...