TRUE-LIFE
Cradling my newborn, I marvelled at her soft skin and tiny fingers and toes.
‘She’s perfect,’ my boyfriend Billy said, reading my mind.
It was November 1984.
Our daughter Hayley was thriving, despite being born four weeks premature.
Like most new parents, me and Billy were besotted.
But unlike most, me and Billy were only 15.
With the world against us.
‘You’re too young,’ our family had insisted.
Yet we were in love, and determined to prove them all wrong.
With a twinkle in his eye and a cheeky
