Emily’s point of view
My phone pinged, it was Val, Colin's mother, ‘Oh no, here we go’ I thought to myself. Val and I had got on okay when Col was a live, but since his death things had become more than a little strained. I had no doubt she loved Molly, but her ideas were old fashioned to say the least. In her mind, Boys should be boys have the toy cars, trains motorbikes, and girls should be dressed in pretty ribbons, frilly dresses and play with dolls and tea sets. She constantly let her disapproval of Molly’s preference for motorbikes and cars and the fact that I believed toddlers should dress for comfort and getting into the various scrapes they find themselves in. She would change her clothes if I had let her babysit into said frilly, and rather uncomfortable dresses, would p
