No turkey please

Surviving on bags of Haribo, I dream of having a normal life

My own mum despised me from the moment I was born

One moment she was playing happily, the next our little girl was fighting for her life...

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

First Nan, then Mum… would this cruel condition come for me too?

As my daughter Hermione, then nine, came bounding out the door of our local village hall in November 2024, she looked so pleased with herself. Wearing her brown and yellow uniform, she was holding up