Coming down the stairs on the first day of the new school term, I could smell toast. In the kitchen, I found my daughter, Isla, eight, busily pouring cereal into her sister’s bowl.
‘Why are you making Florence’s breakfast?’ I asked.
‘It’s my job,’ Isla replied.
It was a bit like being thumped in the stomach. ‘I can do it,’ I stuttered.
But really, this domestic scene said so much about our family. The girls, especially Isla, have made many sacrifices for their brother, Lennon.
Born prematurely, and seriously unwell, Lennon, our eldest child, brought joy… but his illness and the fight for him to have a good quality of life put demands on all of us – my husband Ian, Isla and Florence, too…
I was 26, when I found…
