SHE JUST HAS TO GO
Dec 30, 2020
2 minutes
My son, Josh, six, rushed out of class one day, smiling.
‘Mum, I’ve made a friend,’ he cried. ‘His name’s Max!’
‘That’s great,’ I said.
‘Can he come over?’
‘I’ll ask his mum,’ I said.
On Saturday, the boys played while Max’s mum and I chatted. Julia told me she’d been married three times and had left Max’s dad
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