As our family gathered on the lounge, we gazed at our little Lara, then four, dancing in her sparkly dress to Frozen’s ‘Let it Go’.
‘Yay!’ my husband, Matthew, then 29, and I clapped.
Our sons Eli, then three, and Leo, eight months, sat on our laps, eyeing their big sister, the pretty princess, pirouette across the room.
It was June 2021, and our family was full of joy.
‘Mummy, I can’t dance, my legs hurt!’ she cried
Then in July, Lara’s day care called one lunchtime.
‘She’s tired and keeps asking to lie
