Critically ill, in a coma Amy Wilkinson, 39
Twirling in her princess dress and butterfly wings, my daughter Mia, then 4, beamed. Running to her little brother Max, 1, she stroked his face.
‘What can we dress up as now?’ their big sister Ellie, 6, asked, prancing around in her leopard costume.
It was October 2017, and I loved it when my kids played happily together.
Adorable!
Mia has always had an infectious grin. From the moment me and my husband Pete, 41, laid eyes on her when she was born in January 2013, we were besotted.
Only, as she played that day, she suddenly pulled a face.
‘Mummy, my belly is sore,’ Mia said.
‘Have some rest, my love,’ I said, lifting her onto the sofa.
But later that…
