Strolling along the road with my best friend Lisa, I laughed out loud. Both 10, we were off to buy lollies on our way to school.
Sadly, my mum Sandra had died, aged 44, the year before, when I was just nine.
I’d already faced a lot in life, having survived childhood sexual abuse, and spending time in foster care.
But my lovely dad, Keith, had battled a drug addiction and fought hard to get me back.
Now with Dad and my best mate Lisa around, I felt so happy.
A turquoise car swerved past me and Lisa
