‘Daddy, am I going to die?’
Vanessa Parata, 49, Cobham
Waiting in the school car park, I looked for my little girl in the crowds of kids piling off the coach.
It was June 2017 and Ava, then 11, was arriving home after a week away to Shropshire with her class.
I expected to see her smiling face, have my ear chewed off with stories.
Only Ava was clutching her tummy.
‘I haven’t been well,’ she groaned.
‘Let’s get you home,’ I said.
