Lighting candles, I carried the cake out as everyone erupted into a sing song.
And holding his breath before blowing out the flame, my son Alex, then five, closed his eyes tight.
‘What did you wish for?’ both me and my husband Robin, 31, asked.
‘I can’t tell you that!’ Alex chuckled.
‘My birthday wish won’t come true if I do.’
Only, no more than five minutes later, he finally confessed.
‘I wished for my arm to grow back,’ he whispered to me.
In that moment, I wished Alex could have seen just how special he was.
Yet, Alex was at an age where he was beginning to know that he was different.
Something that came as a total surprise to us all when he was born.
‘One of his