Two bumps, one daddy
Karina, 32
Grabbing my phone, I smiled when I saw my mate Kelly’s name flash up on the screen.
‘Hey, you!’ I said, smiling.
It was 2011, and Kelly, then 23, and I had been friends for years.
We’d been inseparable at school – sharing everything, gossiping about boys and doing each other’s make-up.
We both loved science, going on to study Biomedical Engineering at uni.
‘You’re like peas in a pod!’ friends and family joked.
‘She’s my right arm,’ I’d reply.
And I truly didn’t know what I’d do without her.
By 2011, we were living in
