Hearing the bedroom door slam, I close my eyes and sigh. My daughter Estelle, 15, and I have just had another row over something so petty but according to her, I’m incredibly ‘unfair’. It’s times like these when I long to pick up the phone and ask my own mum, how on earth do you deal with teenage daughters? Equally, I long to run into my dad’s arms, getting one of his big bear hugs that made everything seem all right with the world.
‘THEY HAD BEEN MY SAFETY NET’
When you hear the word ‘orphan’, you automatically think of a young child, but that word summed up how I felt when I’d lost both
