Claire Carmalt, 53, from Hertfordshire
Settling down with a cuppa for the evening, I was startled by my phone.
As I sat next to my husband Mike, 57, I knew what that sound meant.
‘It’s another Tory update,’ I said.
It was another text from my daughter Tory, then 20, who was at the University of Plymouth.
She was dressed in her blue scrubs – as a medicine student, she was currently on placement.
Despite living five hours away, Tory and I were always chatting.
Every day, we would either text, call or FaceTime.
‘Mum, what do you think of my outfit?’ Tory would say, giving me a twirl in her new night-out dress.
‘You look beautiful,’ I told her.
And she was – inside and out.
Being the best big sister to Rosie, 18, Tory always picked her up after a together or jumping into her blue Ford KA for a day out.
