Tula Smallman, 41, Porthcawl, Bridgend
Hearing laughs and shrieks, I went outside to see my two boys playing in the paddling pool.
It was half-term in May 2020 and we were meant to be in Majorca, but the lockdown had hit.
Instead, I’d suggested a fake Majorca in the back garden, with the pool.
My boys Alfie, then 13, and Danny, 10, were loving it, splashing about.
But then I stopped and stared at Danny, horrified.
His ribs were sticking out, his stomach hollow. He looked like a skeleton.
He’d always been a picky eater, barely veering away from beans, chicken dippers and chips.
A quiet child, he often struggled to make eye contact and speak to people.
He’d been later with his developmental milestones than his brothers, too.
Danny…