Where my lovely child go?

I was having a bit of an edit here and there and looking at all the sweet photos of my chubby, biddable easy to manage tiny boy when Old Mum’s memory banks fired up and found this old thing that I wrote when Albie was 5 and had just moved into his own room. Now he is 10, I am having all the same feelings again. I really do hope this isn’t going…

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