L ibby stopped still in the street and looked up at me, hopefully.
‘Carry me, Mummy?’ she asked.
She was five but never wanted to walk anywhere.
She’d always been the same.
Thought she was a little lazy bones at first.
But a few days later she spent a whole day hopping round on one leg.
‘My knee’s hurting,’ Libby insisted.
‘We’re going to A&E,’ her dad said.
I was sure they’d give her the all-clear.
But when he rang from Pontefract Hospital, he sounded worried.
‘They’re keeping her in,’ he said.
They wanted to run tests.
She was transferred to Pinderfields Hospital in Wakefield and
