My own flesh and blood
Linda-Ann Forrester, 40, Glasgow
Hopping on the bus, I beamed at my mum Irene as I buzzed with excitement for our day out.
It was 1989 and we were on our way to Blackpool.
Chilling on the beach, playing 2p machines in the arcades – a blissful time, just me and Mum, then 36.
It was one of our many trips together.
See, I was an only child, and when my parents divorced when I was 10, Mum and I became closer than ever.
‘Just the two of us against the
