Tidying up toys in the living room, I ran around after the excited kids.
As parents of seven children, my partner David, 35, and I always had our hands full.
We had Michaela, 14, Caleb, 11, Kieran, 10, DJ, nine, Leigh-Lee, six, Havanna, one, and Charnay, six months.
‘Thanks, love,’ I smiled at Michaela, watching her clean up after her siblings.
She’s always so helpful around the house.
A bubbly, beautiful girl.
‘Now, you go out!’ I insisted.
Waving, I watched Michaela jump on her bike to ride to her friend’s house.
It was Saturday 26 October 2019, and David had the evening off work for once.
I carried on pottering about, and then a few minutes later my phone rang.
Picking it up, panic flooded through me.
‘Mum, I’ve…