‘We were more like best friends’ Placing four bowls on the table, I called out for my children to come downstairs for breakfast and, just seconds later, a stampede of footsteps charged towards me. ‘I want Weetabix,’ Kaiden, six, said. ‘I'll have anything,’ Jennifer, 10, added, while Jasmin, seven, and Kalvin, eight, both asked for toast. Every morning was the same – it was a one-woman mission getting them all washed, dressed, fed and to school on time. But, for me, the mornings were the easy part. It was bedtime that I found the hardest – when Kalvin and Kaiden would cry for the mummy they’d lost.
Growing up, I was close to my mum, Rachelle. She and my dad had split up when I was a teenager, so it…
