My own mum despised me from the moment I was born

Do you remember that park you used to take me to as a kid, the one with the red, boat-shaped climbing frame? It wasn’t too far from our home in Hull where we lived. You’d often sit on a bench chatting

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

The phone rang at 2.34am, waking me with a jolt, and before I answered it, I already knew it would be my sister and, instinctively, I knew why she was calling. ‘Mum’s gone,’ she said, quietly. Listeni

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