Vicky wanted
just the usual blessings of love, home and family. Was that too much
to ask?
I
had a husband and four daughters. They
were ordinary, everyday blessings, but they may as well have been wrapped
in tissue, packaged in a fancy box and tied with a bow.
It
was all I had ever wanted and I considered myself lucky.
My
daughter Vicky was the same. At
14 she met her boyfriend Richard and at 16 she left school and found a job
working in a café.
