Popping bowls of cereal onto the table, I grabbed milk from the fridge.
‘Breakfast!’ I called to my son Bohdan, then 9, and daughter Elizabeth, 7.
Thirty minutes later I ushered the kids to the car for the school run before going to my teaching job in Kyiv, Ukraine.
It was January 2022 and I also ran my own business as a nutritionist.
But with my husband working away as an interpreter, we juggled childcare between us.
A hectic life.
Yet a happy one we loved.
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