A t 3.30pm, the playground filled with the sound of chatter, games and giggles.
Home time. As I watched parents collect their little ones, Angel, then 6, walked past with her mum Agnes.
‘Bye, Miss!’ she grinned.
It was October 2016, and I’d been head teacher there for two years.
I adored all my students, and Angel was no exception.
Energetic and outgoing, she always had the biggest smile.
Especially when she was getting up to mischief!
But my students came from all walks of life, and things hadn’t been easy for Angel.
Her dad, who lived in Ghana, died of a heart attack when she was 4, leaving her and her mum.
But at school, she got on just like the other children, playing and being silly.
A few…