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She strokes her daughter’s hair, as her head lay on her lap. Gently following the curve of her hairline, her fingers caress her young, unblemished hair. As the train rocks her from side to side she gently sings their favourite song. “Mummy loves Divya, yes she does, Mummy loves Divya yes she does….”
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Nothing says Christmas like an angel floating past you on your morning jog. Ok, well angel maybe stretching it a little. Ok, well jog maybe stretching it a little. But it was morning...
I am an embarrassing Mum. Like totes. I do try to be cool. Needless to say, I attracted a few eye rolls whilst attempting my first dab at the dinner table last night. Worst of all I have an unfortunate propensity for tearing up during school assemblies. Insert eye roll emoji...