I paced the hall, redialling Thomas’ number... Chaos broke out upstairs.
‘Get out of the bathroom, Thomas!’ my daughter Caitlin, then 19, shouted.
The only reply was muffled singing as Thomas, then 16, enjoyed a bath.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Thomas was my only son, the youngest of my four kids.
With older sisters Natasha, 27, Caitlin, and Rebecca, 22, he was spoiled rotten.
Growing up, the girls would go crazy when he hogged the bathroom.
Yet, they loved to pamper him, too.
Take him shopping, ask him for fashion advice.
‘He’s our little Gok Wan,’ Natasha would smile.
Last September, Thomas, 16, started a Health and Social Care course at college.
He loved it, made new mates.
As a boy, he’d been very shy. But now, he came…
