As I sat at the desk, the head teacher walked in… Presents under our tree, decorations draped along the walls...
All that my kids, Laiella, 8, Evie-Rose, 6, and Albert-Lee, 2, could talk about was what Santa might be bringing them.
‘There’s weeks to go yet!’ I told the girls as we got ready for school on 7 December last year.
The kids’ dad Ricky came to look after Albert-Lee.
Blowing kisses and waving to their brother and Sandy, our Yorkie-cross dog, the girls hopped into the car.
The kids went off to class, and I started work as a teaching assistant.
A normal morning, we had breakfast club, then assembly, then lessons.
As I sat there at the desk, enjoying the familiar buzz of the classroom, suddenly, the head…
