My own mum despised me from the moment I was born

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

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

Twirling around and waving her arms on stage, my eldest, Laura, then six, had a huge smile on her face as she glanced at me and her dad Mac, then 29, in the audience. ‘What a superstar,’ I whispered,

Dressed in a nautical striped top, dungarees, Converse shoes and a daisy chain in my hair, I swung my arm around my little sis Aimee, then eight, and grinned up at the handheld camera. ‘Cheese,’ Aimee

Shannon’s sister had finally left her abusive husband. So why couldn’t she shake a horrid feeling…