As my daughter Lara, then 10, watched TV, her face lit up excitedly.
‘Look, Mum!’ she cried.
A little girl with one hand was showing off a pink prosthetic limb.
It was controlled by wrist movements – a bit like a puppet.
As the girl moved her wrist, she controlled the way her fingers bent.
‘That’s very clever,’ I said.
Lara was born with one hand. Doctors didn’t know why, but it hadn’t held Lara back.
She’d learnt to write with her right hand, found her own way of picking things up… And she still got up to mischief with her brother Tom, now 15, and sister, Sophie, eight.
My husband Andy, 46, and I had asked her about prosthetics before over the years.
‘I’m fine as I am,’ she’d…
