‘Daddy my daddy”. My daddy was in the Christie our Manchester centre of excellence for cancer, I was almost 9, sisters younger. We wept every Sunday at the bbc Series, raikway children or little women. We sobbed at ‘daddy my daddy’ - we didn’t know how serious it was. We only knew how we missed him
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