Laura had left the family home. Husband and I were bereft, she had manipulated a situation to be asked to leave, we felt we had let her down.

I could be over bearing; I could be in her face. I thought I could help my daughter, wanting only the best for her. I saw pitfalls and tried to stop her falling in.

Choices she made, I balanced against, sheer bad luck and became angry with her. Now she had gone? I felt bad. I felt sad.

The birds chirped their morning song. From the kitchen window I watched the flash car back up the drive. Mr Big I Am in the driving seat. Laura appeared in the hall, had used her key to enter my home.

‘Any bin bags?’ she asked. These would be her suitcase of necessity many times over. Upstairs Laura rammed her stuff into huge black bags. I took a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

Bulging black bags were shoved into the flash car’s boot. She came to the kitchen. She came to say goodbye. I held out the unopened champagne. I held back my tears.

Shacking up with Mr Big I Am was what she wanted. I wished her luck. I watched her bounce into the passenger seat of the flash car, with an emptiness in my heart.

Already, I missed her.

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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