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29 Daniel’s life had changed irrevocably over the past few years. It had initially been difficult for him to come to terms with the feeling of belonging. He’d always felt like he had an identity at Pendleton House, but he’d quickly come to realise that the identity he had there was the same as all the other boys’. His identity had been that he had no identity. Now, though, he was a son. He had parents. Mrs Cooper was a strange sort, always fussing around and seemingly desperate to make sure Daniel was happy at all times. She was constantly asking him if he was okay, asking him if he wanted to go somewhere for the day, giving him sweets and cakes. Mr Cooper, on the other hand, would just sit and look at him while Daniel watched TV in the evenings. Daniel could see him out of the corner of