How could I tell him what happened?
Watching my son, Oscar, then three, scooting around on the trampoline in our garden, I couldn’t help but mimic his infectious smile. Boisterous, cheerful and often mischievous, Oscar was just like any other toddler. But there was one thing in particular that made my boy extra special. And as he edged towards the end of the trampoline that day in summer 2020 and cast his gaze down to his lower half, he ignited the very conversation I’d been dreading for so long. ‘You’ve got feet, Daddy’s got feet, but I don’t have feet,’ he announced.
Unsure of what to say, there was a momentary silence between us. How could I even begin
