Slipping through my fingers
Christine Cunningham, 39, Cardonald
Hanging a bauble from a branch of our Christmas tree, my son Paul stepped back to admire his work.
‘Just the star to go on the top now,’ he grinned to me.
‘Looks great, son,’ I smiled.
Every year, Paul, then 18, and I would tackle the Christmas decs together.
His brother Liam, 19, and six stepbrothers never got a look-in.
It was December 2018 and Paul was enjoying his favourite time of year.
A bit of a mummy’s boy, Paul and I were the
