Not a normal little girl.
When I was very young it became apparent to me that my Mother was not like others. She went to the hospital a lot and had a lot of bandages and dressings on her hands. Her hands didn't work like other Mums. She was sick. I didn't know exactly what that meant, only that there were a lot of visits to hospital and a lot of time with people staying at the house looking after us for days and sometimes weeks at a time. My priorities were not the same as other little girls. My friends would ask Santa for dolls but I would just ask for my Mum to get better. This often got sad looks from Santa. Being the precocious child that I was, I didn't believe in Santa anyway the fact that I had seen him in more than one shopping centre on the same day was enough for me. I told one Santa that if I couldn't have my Mum get better as a present that I would settle for a green tonka truck. He told me that he didn't think that it was a thing that he could make for little girls. That was t...