Hearing the rustle of cereal and glugging of orange juice from the kitchen, I padded downstairs.
‘Hi, Mum,’ my daughter Amber said, as she grabbed a bag of crisps for her lunch.
‘Morning, darling,’ I said, giving her a kiss.
As her older sisters, Bethany and Faith, put on their shoes, Amber grabbed her school bag and slung it over her shoulder.
‘See you later, love you,’ she called out, as the three of them headed out of the door.
‘Love you,’ I shouted back.
Heading to the window, I gave them all a wave as they jumped into
