Looking at the huge piles of toys, games and clothes, I smiled at my daughter, Michelle.
‘Father Christmas is spoiling those kids again,’ I told her. It was typical of Michelle. A devoted mum, she couldn’t do enough for her children.
For her youngest, Lia, three, there was a giant Peppa Pig, while Brandon, eight, and Lacie, seven, had mini iPads. The older ones – Lewis, 18, Kyle, 17, and Demi, 15 – who were all about the latest trackie tops, were getting clothes from JD Sports.
Michelle, 36, was a single mum with six kids, and she worked hard to give them a good life.
We were so close. Her three-bedroom house in Salford, Manchester, was only a 20-minute walk from mine and, even if we’d spent the day…
