You had a tough time being born, my darling girl. We thought we'd lost you even before you arrived. They said you might not grow up. And if you did, you would never live independently. But you survived – and thrived – against the odds. I watched you grow up. Things took longer for you than they did for our friend's children, but that just meant we were even more excited when they happened. The first time you sat on your own. Your first word. Your first step. People looked at you, and at us, with pity in their eyes, but I looked at you with pride. Your teachers were amazing. They found ways to support you, and you gave back to them ten-fold – you did it, not them. You made friends who will stay by your side for ever. You got to university. Got your PhD. And fell in love. And today, as you marry your girlfriend, your mum and I love you more than ever. You did this.
Writing short fiction, monologues and plays