My mum had a baby girl along with three boys, tragically, my sister died at just 6 weeks old, born with a hole in her heart. I was only 4yrs old at the time & have no memory of her. Later, my mum & dad were divorced, leaving her to bring up us three on her own. Now, i’d never take her for granted, but maybe what her life must have been like in those bleak circumstances. She very rarely talks about those events, which must have shaped most of her early adult life & in no way has she let it define her, she’s amazingly happy & loads of fun, but sometimes I just think wow mum, you’re my fucking hero!