I was fighting back tears on the Tube yesterday morning as I read about Baby P’s months of torture at the hands of his mum, her boyfriend and even their lodger(!). It was unbearable and I find it hard to believe that anyone can be so cruel to a helpless child.

The articles say that baby P was always smiling. In his young mind, he probably thought pain and neglect is the norm.

Of course politicians are quick to react, dailies printing headline news, people demanding justice. But the as the Telegraph said this is not the first time it’s happened and it’s almost laughable it happened twice in the Haringey borough yet no one wants to take responsibility. The head of the child services even points a finger at the last doctor to see baby P before his death…

So many people failed him. His mum. His dad who takes care of him every few days. His neighbours. The government officials paid for by our taxes to protect him.

I cried to hubby last night, I couldn’t put into words why. Hormonal siguro ‘ko. To sleep better I prayed for his soul. But the nagging feeling returned this morning and I just had to hug pogiBoy before I left the house.