THE FUTURE
Dec 09, 2021
2 minutes
Growing up, my youngest son was the smartest boy I’d ever known.
A math whizz, Jack had dreams of becoming an accountant.
‘I’ll be well rich, Mum,’ he would tell me.
Not only was he a brainiac, but he was such a kind lad.
He was never embarrassed to say he loved me, and always wanted a ‘Mummy hug.’
At 6ft 7inches, he truly was our
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