"You took my baby from me, Mum! She should be here with us and her siblings, not stuck with two old stupid fools like you!" She looked through me like I was invisible, pathetically calling out to her husband, in the next room. This woman was incapable of taking responsibility for anything! "Don…Don, don't you think I did the right thing? I did the right thing, didn't I, Don?!" He didn't answer. Our mother-daughter relationship was always tumultuous and clearly would remain so. How would you feel if your own mother stole your child? What would you do? Could you ever forgive her? Reflection is a powerful tool. From Luton, England to Adelaide, Australia, I've covered a lot of distance, geographically and emotionally. I'm no one special. My life is an ordinary one that became extraordinary. Everyone has their story to tell. This is mine.
