Hope #3

The first time I was believed. The first time my children were heard.

It was the morning of my first Court appearance, I had to speak to the Cafcass officer, I didn’t really understand the legal protocol and in hindsight should have done far more research but I was exhausted, barely sleeping or eating and the girls were living on pasta. The Police, Social Services, School, no one believed me, they thought I was histrionic.

But he did. The Cafcass officer saw the drawings Lola had made and he ‘got it’. I knew I had a kernal of hope.