There was so much going on around me, so much movement and noise, but I could not take any of what was being said, or going on around me in. All I could do was rock slightly, back and forth, wiping the tears that fell from my face onto my mother’s now pale face. Had I ever even called her mum, mother or mummy? Maybe two or three times, but not the same amount as I should. I had stuck with calling her Liona my entire life like she was a stranger to me and not the one that had given me life, done all that she thought that she could to protect me, and put herself through torture year after year by coming that that stupid council chamber to see her only child and not be able to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be alright.
One of my hands went to my aching stomach that felt
