that's what people believed. Your dad and I were regular churchgoers. I had already given up my career to be a full-time mum; little did we know I'd have to. Don't get me wrong; I loved caring for you every moment. However, your dad changed.'

'Why mum?'

'He needed to blame someone, I guess. He blamed God.'

'But why?'

'He was so depressed and feeling defeated. We gave up on the church.'

'But, it was an accident?'

'Yes, but not that simple. You were in your pushchair, and off we went shopping. We were crossing the main road at the zebra crossing, and the little green man said, 'Walk'. We started across. Just two steps onto the road.' She wiped her eyes.

'Go on.'

'A car didn't stop,...

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