It's NEVER Too Late

t. There was a little stone path which led down to the main country road. We didn't go into town often, we got

ich went just over her shoulders, I used to love playing with it, the feel of it between my fingers made me giggle. She made time for me in between appointments, we did everything together, picnics in the park, painting on the chalk board and reading on out porch swing. What I wouldn't do to be back there now. When Mum went into hospital towards the en

I didn't know how to feel about it, I guess they had my best interest at heart. I

phaned children. They spoke to each of us and told us about their home. They claimed that they were looking to adopt one of us to complete their family home.

or for me and I stood out, that was the end of the dream. I felt the hand as soon as it reached my head, I was g