Leaping off the slide, my daughter Claudia raced across the playground toward her twin brother Robin, with her palms held high. ‘Paw paw…’ she called. ‘Paw paw…’ Robin grinned, hands raised in a mirror image before throwing his arms around his sister. Their special greeting. It was summer 2020, and I watched, smiling, as my darling children skipped over to play on the swings.
‘HOW COULD THIS BE POSSIBLE?’
When my twins were born two months premature in November 2013 they had spent two weeks in special care. It was such a worrying time, especially for a single mum, but when I watched them now, as happy, healthy six-year-olds, that early part of their lives felt like a distant memory.
They both
