Laura rang from rehab to ask, ‘Mum, will you come and meet my care worker?’

Off I went on the long journey mid-week to have a meeting with Laura’s care worker at the rehabilitation house.

Laura was happy to have this get-together, happy to have this attention. We sat in a private room, the three of us. ‘Laura’s doing very well,’ I was told. ‘Is there anything you would like to add?’

Yes there was. ‘I want my daughter back, as a family we deserve that.’

I had been a supportive and loving mother to Laura and would do anything to have her back the way she used to be before The Big I Am, before alcohol, before drugs stole her away from me. A tear fell on my cheek and rolled to the corner of my mouth. I tasted the salt, concentrated hard on pulling myself together.

Laura cooly said, ‘I need to go and get cereal, this is the time that I eat.’ Off she went.

The care worker and I were alone, in the room. ‘You know, Laura does love you … she loves you a lot,’ the care worker said.

‘I know.’

All the love, care and attention, all the fun times, good holidays, the inclusion in everything we did as a family, the support I gave her, what child would not love a mother such as me?

Why was I sat here, listening to a stranger telling me my daughter loved me.

I knew that.

Addict Child by Lesley Sefton buy on amazon

I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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