My name is Jennifer. I’m 25 years old and I lost my mother, Alice, when I was 16. Nine years later, the pain is still raw. She was the embodiment of kindness and grace. She was my best friend. The one who always smelled of lavender and cinnamon. She meant everything to me.
My stepmother smashed my late mother’s precious crystal set to pieces – she had no idea she had been tricked.
