A 49th Shelf Editors' Pick MyMum said sometimes refugees don't eat anything for days and days. Sometimes weeks and months so I am really lucky. I think she exaggerates. But I think she is right about the lucky bit. Or maybe not. Sometimes I forget that MyMum is dead. But that is probably better than remembering. When Frankie's mother dies, he tells his teacher, of course. But he can't seem to get anyone at his school...