He was a grown man of 32, with stubble on his chin. But when I looked at my son
Simon, I still saw a freckle-faced, grubby-kneed toddler.
I always would.
And, no matter how big he got, I’d never stop doing what I could to help him out.
'I’ve lost my job,’ he said, clutching his mug of tea in December 2013. 'Toni and I are going to get kicked out of our house.’
Toni Adams, 27, was Simon’s partner, part of the family.
She was out of work and, now my boy had lost his factory job, there was only one thing for it.
'You’ll both move in here,’ I insisted. 'It’ll be nice to see more of you.’
Simon’s face broke out into a grin.
'Are you sure,…
