Laura, 50, Leicestershire
As I plated up a jacket potato with cheese and beans, I called out to my daughter Sarah, then 15.
‘Dinner's on the table!’ I shouted from the kitchen.
Sarah didn't move.
Stretched out on the sofa, she continued texting.
A typical teen, she was glued to her mobile.
Loved uploading silly pictures to Snapchat and chatting on social media.
‘Sarah!’ I yelled, finally catching her attention.
‘Sorry Mum,’ she said, popping her phone in her pocket.
It never left her side.
I wasn't worried - she was a sensible girl and I liked that I could always get hold of her if I
