Lisa Zsentko, 43, Stotfold
Toddling along, my little boy Stone planted a kiss on his sister’s cheek. ‘You’re so cute,’ Atlanta cooed, picking him up for a cuddle.
It was October 2012 and Stone, 11 months, was doted on by Atlanta, 10, and my other children, Blaze, 6, Devon, 13, Alisha, 16, and 19-year-old Georgia.
Stone loved coming with me to pick the younger ones up from school, then we’d all go for an ice cream or to the cinema.
Precious moments.
Days later, I took Stone to buy his first pair of shoes.
‘Clever boy,’ I beamed, as he tottered towards me.
I was so proud he’d just taken his first few steps.
But, carving Halloween pumpkins the next day, Stone wasn’t his usual smiley self.
He was suddenly…
