As I clapped my hands, my little boy Parker, 3, toddled towards my mum Angela, 53. ‘He’s growing up fast,’ I sighed.
‘They do that,’ smiled Mum.
I’d been 21 when I had Parker, and had split from his dad.
But having my mum and two sisters, Sam, 33, and Kate, 32, around, meant I could work full-time as a car salesperson, and I got to enjoy occasional nights out, too.
Now, on a Saturday this July, me and mates Ben, 31, Adam, 28, and Jen, 27, were off to Wireless Festival. It was the weekend I’d been waiting for.
Picking up Parker, I kissed his rosy cheek.
‘See you, little man,’ I smiled.
We arrived at the festival around 4pm. It was buzzing with people. Music pounding.
We went…
