I can still remember the phone call that pierced my heart. It came from the mother of one of my three-year-old daughter's friends, and she told me, ominously, that there was something I needed to hear. Apparently, in the midst of playing, my daughter had announced: 'Mummies die but nannies don't.'With such terrible childish candour, she had revealed an inner pain for which I felt crushingly responsible.
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