TRUE-LIFE
Cheryl Simmons, 57
My daughter Julie, then 5, looked at my feeble attempt to French braid her Barbie's hair and wrinkled her nose.
‘I'll show you, Mummy,’ she smiled.
Minutes later, her doll had a perfect plait.
It was 1993, and I shared custody of Julie and her brother James, then 6, with my ex, Jimmy.
Even though we'd divorced, we were still close.
‘You are my sunshine…’ Jimmy sang to Julie all the time, and I couldn't have put it better.
I went on to have two more daughters with a new partner, and Julie was a protective big sister.
Then, aged 18, she surprised us all by falling pregnant.
She gave birth
