TRAPPED IN HER OWN BODY
‘I WATCHED AS SHE STARTED HOBBLING’
Waving to my daughter down the corridor, she gave me a cheery smile. It was 2014 and Babs, then 29, was a teaching assistant in the primary school where I worked as a cook – the same school she’d attended as a child. She was fabulous with the kids and it was a joy to go to work each day alongside my daughter.
Babs had always been such a bubbly, outgoing girl. She’d lived in New Zealand for a year in her early 20s, working in a restaurant on her gap year. I’d missed her terribly while she was away, but now
