And then she was gone…
Mar 17, 2022
3 minutes
Lynda Chapman, 67, Manchester
Holding my newborn son against my chest, I was hit with a wave of emotion.
He was so tiny, so precious.
And as he looked up at me with innocent eyes, I began to sob.
How could anyone leave their child?
I thought.
And not for the first time…
It was September 1971, and I’d just given birth to my firstborn, James.
My husband Keith, now 69, had held my hand as I’d
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