Too much, too young

Julie, 48

Scooping my daughter Mia into my arms, I gave her a big kiss.

‘Did you have a lovely weekend?’ I asked her.

Mia, 7, nodded, then scurried inside.

She’d spent the last few days staying with family.

Only, later that evening after Mia had been dropped home, I had a phone call from the relative who’d looked after her.

‘I didn’t want to say anything in front of Mia, but something’s not quite right,’ they said.

They explained Mia had been over to a neighbour Warren’s house to play with some other children for a