My Bunnikins. It had always been my bedtime favorite; it was now wrapped in tissue paper in a shoebox at the bottom of my wardrobe. I’d always thought my mother had knitted it for me. “When your mum and dad left, they took you with them. I’ve never cried so much in my life. I kept saying to myself, it wasn’t as if you were gone forever. I could still see you whenever I wanted. I’d still be able to cuddle you and talk to you and watch you grow up.”
