NEVER LET ME GO

Nodding off to sleep, my eyes gently fluttered closed.

‘I’ll never let you go,’ my mum Betty whispered softly as I snuggled into her arms.

This was always part of my nightly routine growing up.

I had an amazing childhood.

I was never lonely – Mum was an emergency foster carer, who took in hundreds of abused and abandoned babies or those who simply needed somewhere to go.

I’m proud to say I was one of them. At just seven days old, Mum took me in – and we had an instant bond.

However, in the 1980s, being a mixed-race child in a white household