WHY DON’T I have feet, Mummy?
Dec 15, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: FIONA KINLOCH, LUCY LAING.
I was lifting my youngest, Haven, out of the bath one evening when she asked me the question I’d been expecting, yet dreading, since adopting her in 2004. She’d been just 16 months then, and now she was four, peering up at me with her inquisitive brown eyes and casually enquiring why she didn’t have any feet.
Wrapping her in a towel, I pulled her on to my knee, ready to have a very difficult conversation, because I’d always promised myself that the moment she asked the question, I’d tell my brave, resilient little girl the truth.
From the moment I cradled my first child, Zachary,
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