“During the many evenings she’d spent babysitting her nieces and nephew, she’d ached to have the same for herself, someone to love unconditionally. Of course she loved her sisters’ kids, but it wasn’t the same at all. She dreamed of having someone she had helped to create and mold, someone who depended on her, who needed her, who would always seek her out for guidance and who, until her dying day, would call her “Mum.”
