My daughter April, then five, stood on the lounge.
‘Mum, watch me, I can fly,’ she grinned, launching into the air before I could stop her. She crashed to the ground, slicing her knee open.
April was shy, but a bold tomboy. Other mums had little princesses. My daughter loved climbing trees and collecting bugs.
When April was seven, I met my husband David, then 38, who loved my girl like his own.
A rescue border collie named Penny completed our family.
