Grace
“Mummy.”
The soft, quivering voice pulled me from my lingering thoughts.
I was just sitting in the living room drinking a warm cup of tea and just staring into thin air… basically I was doing nothing.
I dropped my cup and immediately scooped Faith up in my arms, cradling her softly. Her face was between my neck and my head while I ran my hands through her hair.
“Tell me what’s wrong, my angel… why are you crying?” I asked, trying to keep my own voice steady so that I don’t make things worse for her.
I hated it when my kids cried. It did not matter what the reason was, I absolutely f*****g despised it.
We had been through so much already, and there were days where I had my kids crying in my arms every single day with nothing that I could do about it.
I fought hard for those da
