When you were 19, you and Simon (your boyfriend of three years) both moved down to the south west of England—Somerset. Growing up in Manchester was nice; everyone was lovely, and homes were cheap, but you wanted to be away from your family.

Now, six years later, you and your husband own a house. A nice three-bedroom, near lots of beautiful land, having a large garden, full of flowers and your own veggie garden.

Together you had a little girl— Malaya June Riley. Her blonde waves and brown eyes. She was two years old and the smartest little one to ever exist.

Nobody within your family knew you had a child; they didn’t even know if you were still together. Sometimes it was … disappointing knowing you’d never have the desired family. Knowing your mother wasn’t there as you birthed your baby girl.