Donna Lonergan, 43, Bromley
Peering round the bedroom door, I saw my teenager hunched over a textbook.
He’d been studying for hours.
‘You need to take a break, Junior,’ I urged.
‘In a bit,’ my son, then 16, smiled, turning to take the bagel I’d brought for him.
I admired his dedication.
I was a single mum to Junior and his older brother, 25, who’d already left home.
Now, Junior was revising for his GCSEs.
Naturally bright and a hard worker, he’d been top of the class since the first day he’d walked through the primary-school gates.
Aged 11, he’d been offered a scholarship to a grammar school but turned it down, preferring to stick with his mates at our nearby comp.
And he’d flourished there, not only getting good…
