Postcards From a Stranger (Postcards #1)

by Imogen Clark

She comes to see, though, that her mind was a false friend, sometimes on her side but more often leading her down blind alleys and into dark places where she should never have been.

It’s funny how your mind rewrites history with the benefit of hindsight.

Love is a learned behaviour, I understand. If you’re not shown it then you struggle to demonstrate it to others.

He’s still my big brother, my protector, my port in a storm.

What makes the perfect mother? This is something that I’ve thought about a lot over the years. I’m certain all mothers do, as they try to process the crushing guilt they feel for the mistakes they believe they have made.

But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.