Splashing her hands in the warm water, my baby girl Jessamy shrieked with joy. She was watching her big sister Jemima, eight, pull funny faces beside her bathtub and I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. My heart felt so full – ever since Jessamy was born four months earlier, my two girls had been inseparable. Jemima doted on her little sister, helping as I bathed her, passing me nappies when I needed them, and she was always going to check on her when she was sleeping. ‘I’m not disturbing her, I’m just looking,’ she would smile.
It was January 2020 and Jessamy was my seventh child with my husband Charles, then
