Written for

A helping hand, when you need it most.

Bethany, struggled with the day to day stuff, from getting up in the morning, to going outside. PTSD. Many thought it was for soldiers, but there were many things, which caused anxiety. Her childhood, moving from home to home, stopped when she was seven years old.

Yet she still remembered.

They told her, she could look into her history, when she was eighteen. When she did, finding her mum was important. Once she did, it wasn’t as important. The person, who brought her up, was important. She was the real Mum. The person she reached out for now, the person, who always had her back.

‘It’s okay to cry,’ her Foster Mum said. ‘I am here if you want to talk, and if you don’t. That’s okay too.

Now it was her pleasure to give a party in her honour. Thanks for all the love, care and understanding since she was seven years old.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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