Walking into Waterstones, my daughter’s face lit up with joy. Ellie, then eight, was an avid reader – she absolutely devoured books, including her favourite series, Harry Potter.
‘Have you found what you wanted?’ I asked with a smile.
Nodding, she had her next read in hand and we made our way to the check-out queue, before heading to McDonald’s for a cheeky Happy Meal.
It was our little treat – we left my husband Roy, 55, and Ellie’s sisters Kylie, now 32, and Rachel, now 25, at home.
And I wanted to treat Ellie, especially because of all the hardship she’d been through.
You see, Ellie had been using a wheelchair for six months, due to a mystery illness causing stiffness in her legs. Sheadaptedquickly, being so
