My mum was a born carer. She was born in Nova Scotia, Canada where her Dad was a miner at the time – the family had emigrated in 1926 during the General Strike. However, they missed Scotland too much and came back when she was only 3 in 1934. The family settled in Prestonpans and her Dad continued in the mines until he retired. She had 5 siblings and left school at 14 to look after her little brother who had cerebral palsy. He died at only 2 years old. Mum went on to train as a cook and when she married, she then trained as a carer in a residential home. She had me and my sister and worked as a carer and home help until her retiral at 65. She loved travelling and visited the USA, Canada ( she visited the place where she was born) and all parts of Europe. Her family – particularly her grandchildren – were her life.