Zoë Bowyer

I got a prize. A prize for being a year older. It is very pretty; a gold heart on a chain. Made for me by my aunt; paid for by my Mum. My Mum has never been the most traditional of people, so, 18 and 21 came along without any fuss or bother or keys to the door (hey, we’d been looking after ourselves years before that!). But 30 came along for me and she decided that she would like to give us something special. And best of all for my younger sisters is that our Mum has plenty of time to save up for special gifts for them when they too turn 30!