I was living in the south of France. I was free and single, but still searching for love…until one sunny day in November when everything changed. I caught a plane home to England the next day and began spending long hours by my father’s hospital bed. I’d tell him everything was okay. But everything was not okay. My mother was in a care home and I realised I had a choice. I could fly back to France and leave her there. Or, I could stay and take care of her myself. That’s what this story is about. That decision. Because I knew if I took this on, it should not, could not, be about sacrificing my life for hers…
