Dead over a pair of specs
Jan 20, 2022
3 minutes
Mary Reading, 54, Liskeard
Just hours into my shift, my phone rang.
I sighed.
Just as I feared, it was the school.
No doubt asking me to pick up my son Alex, 12.
‘What’s he done now?’ I groaned, waiting to hear how he’d damaged something or been cheeky.
My Alex was a handful, that’s for sure.
Bringing him up with three other sons, a stepson and stepdaughter was hard.
But I was his mum, I loved him just the same.
And despite Alex’s wayward nature, he had
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