Keep living mum

Grief trapped me inside my own bo dy until I took that vital first step

The first time I said those words, I wasn’t believed. Almost 30 years on, I tried again

If I’d known the truth about my boy’s trip, I’d never hav e let him go

My own mum despised me from the moment I was born

Me and my boy have a special reason to celebrate

The smell of freshly baked scones filled my nostrils as I flitted from table to table, taking orders and serving food. My tummy rumbled as I served up plates piled high with all-day fried breakfasts a