My daughter Mia shot down the stairs, swishing her newly-dyed turquoise hair.
‘What do you think, Mum?’ she grinned.
I laughed.
Mia, 16, was obsessed with dying her dark-blonde hair a crazy array of different colours.
She was such a good girl, though, working hard studying Art at college, I didn’t mind. It was just part of her personality.
‘Looks great,’ I smiled, kissing her cheek before she had a chance to push me away.
‘Get off!’ she shrieked, grabbing her bag and dashing out of the door to college.
She’s like a whirlwind , I chuckled, getting the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard.
It was April 2017, and my first day off from my call-centre job in a while.
With my younger son Dylan, then 6, at school,…
