Here on my lap is my very cuddly younger granddaughter. Her father was 'snatched' at the age of 2 along with his elder brother in 1979. Back then I thought I'd never see my sons again, let alone enjoy the good strong loving relationship we have now. As for grandchildren – I never dared hope. Now I'm lucky enough to be mother of four sons, with five lovely grandchildren. It’s not a completely happy ending - this little girl’s elder brother and sister are temporarily (we hope) ‘lost’ to PAS. So it goes, from generation to generation.