TRUE-LIFE
Music blared and drinks flowed as I got ready for a night out with my friends – and my mum.
‘What do I wear, girls?’ she asked as I wrapped her hair around a curling iron.
‘One of my dresses,’ I grinned to her.
It was early 2013, I was 19 and my mum Michelle Hanson was 37.
But boy, did she know how to party!
I did her make-up, gave her a sparkly blue dress to wear, then we hit the club – where Mum was first on the dance floor.
‘Come on you lot!’ she called over to us.
I was lucky to have her.
She was the life and soul
