Wrapping my arms around my mum Clare in the departure lounge of Gatwick airport, I gave her a huge smile.
‘Have the best time,’ I said, waving off her and my dad Malcolm, then 56.
It was October 2022 and my folks had saved up for two weeks in the sun to celebrate Mum’s 46th.
I couldn’t remember the last time they’d been away, just the two of them – without me, my sisters Lilly-Mae, 19, and Tyler, 27, and brother Mason, 25.
They deserved it, after everything they did for all us ‘kids’.
Typical Mum though, from the second they landed in Didim, Turkey, she was sending me photos.
Her on the white
