TRUE-LIFE
Stirring the pasta in the bubbling pan, I heard my little girl Brooklyn playing in the next room.
She babbled away. Such a cutie, I thought, smiling.
It was 5pm on 6 December 2023, and Brooklyn, then 20 months, had just started saying a few words.
Taking her first steps too.
I adored watching my smiley baby grow into a sassy, energetic toddler.
Now, as I whipped up her favourite mac and cheese, she sounded happy playing on her little activity table.
My fiancé Derrick, who I'd met while pregnant, dozed in our bedroom.
Pasta nearly cooked, cheese grated, I grabbed the strainer from the cupboard behind me.
Turning back
