This framed World War 2 poster is in my sanctuary, at home. Its wording has become my mantra and gives me hope. My two lovely girls are now teenagers doing A' levels and first term at Uni. I always expected and, even as the Family Courts system failed me, hoped that they'd return, and kept their rooms as they left them but as the years have gone by I've stored their once precious belongings including a diamante headband from Claire's Accessorize, a welcome letter to our new kitten, Paws (we had such fun with the name and my girls chose it because we already had Whiskers, the rescue cat!) a witchy wig for Halloween ("Why is my hair the same colour as a 'Witch,' Mummy?" "Because even witches have hair as beautiful as yours.") along with the complete Harry Potter series and a million photographs.