Where Has Mummy Gone?: Part 3 of 3: A young girl and a mother who no longer knows her

Where Has Mummy Gone?: Part 3 of 3: A young girl and a mother who no longer knows her
Cathy Glass

The true story of Melody, aged 8, the last of five siblings to be taken from her drug dependent single mother and brought into care.When Cathy is told about Melody’s terrible childhood, she is sure she’s heard it all before. But it isn’t long before she feels there is more going on than she or the social services are aware of. Although Melody is angry at having to leave her mother, as many children coming into care are, she also worries about her obsessively – far more than is usual. Amanda, Melody’s mother, is also angry and takes it out on Cathy at contact, which again is something Cathy has experienced before. Yet there is a lost and vulnerable look about Amanda, and Cathy starts to see why Melody worries about her and feels she needs looking after.When Amanda misses contact, it is assumed she has forgotten, but nothing could have been further from the truth…

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Contents

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Title Page (#u8b0cdbb7-b398-5ecb-99ac-ad3767df767b)

Copyright (#u789f1037-d9a3-5637-80a6-751076391b5c)

Chapter Twenty: A Timely Reminder (#u3c7f6c5a-9e70-5345-b600-c5042f061d1b)

Chapter Twenty-One: Match (#u1d8bbb30-730e-5655-b6f1-3b0cc9de7677)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Coping? (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Robbed of Dignity (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four: True Heroes (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Introductions (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Overtired and Emotional (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Lucky to Have Her (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Family (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Twenty

A Timely Reminder (#ufda19fe3-c307-507b-954f-8c3c300c6426)

Bad news never seems to come alone. I had time to go home first before I needed to collect Melody from school, but as I let myself in Adrian immediately appeared in the hall looking very worried. My first thought was that the exam he’d sat that morning hadn’t gone well, but then he said, ‘Mum, there’s something wrong with Toscha. She’s in her bed and won’t get up. I’ve tried to tempt her with food, but she’s just lying there and her nose is running.’

I quickly followed him into the kitchen-diner where Toscha had her basket in one corner. She was never in her bed during the day. We knelt beside her and I stroked her. She looked so poorly and hadn’t the energy to raise her head, and her eyes were watering. ‘I’ll phone the vet,’ I said, straightening.

‘Here’s the number,’ Adrian said, handing me a piece of paper. ‘I was going to phone them, then you came in.’

‘Thanks, love. Can you get the pet carrier from the cupboard under the stairs? It’s right at the back.’ The carrier was only normally used once a year to take Toscha to the vet for her annual check-up and vaccination – I couldn’t remember her ever being ill before.

I used the handset in the kitchen to phone the vet. They ran an appointments system, but when I described Toscha’s symptoms the receptionist said to bring her in straight away, as there was a nasty flu-type virus appearing in local cats, which could be fatal in older animals. I felt my heart twist and said I’d be there in ten minutes. Adrian and I gently lifted Toscha into the carrier. Normally she had to be tempted in with treats, but now she was too ill to protest. A lump rose in my throat. Toscha had been part of our family for as long as anyone could remember.

‘I’ll come with you,’ Adrian said, picking up the carrier.

‘Thanks but what about studying for your exam tomorrow?’