Bouncing my smiling greatgranddaughter on my knee, I sang to Baby Shark.
‘Grandma Shark doo doo do doo do do.’
Star, then 10 months, giggled, her blue eyes lit up.
Just then, I heard the door.
‘How's my girl?’ my partner David, then 59, cooed, back home from his postie job.
Star reached her arms up for a cuddle.
It was February 2020, and Star had recently come to live with us.
Her mum, our granddaughter Frankie, then 18, was having a tricky time and we were pleased to help.
Frankie had lived with us once too, as a teenager.
I'd taught her to cook her fave Sunday roast, biscuits and buns.
Frankie fell pregnant
