THANK YOU, STRANGER
Aug 02, 2022
2 minutes
WORDS: LOUISE BATY
Running his finger along the scar across his stomach, my son Oliver, 13, grins. ‘My war wounds are looking all right, aren’t they, Mum?’ He’s a cheeky teenager now, but every day, I silently thank the stranger who gave us these years.
Oliver was my first baby. But, at just four weeks old, a tiny beautiful bundle in
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