People talk about the totally overwhelming love you feel, the moment you hold your newborn in your arms. And I felt that emotion after giving birth to my son Danny in 1986. He was so tiny and precious and I knew I would do everything in my power to protect him forever. But there was another overwhelming emotion creeping in. Fear. And the stark realisation that, aged just 15, I was now a mum.
‘Age didn’t affect the love I felt’
I met Danny’s dad, John*, aged 14, at a party in August 1985. I was doing well at school and had a happy home life in Ongar, Essex, with my dad Eddie who ran his
