Why did it take 45 years for us to tell Ronnie we loved him?

Ronnie's face shone as we walked into a clothes shop on the outskirts of Cardiff. It was only a week or so since our unexpected guest had knocked at our door, and his life had begun to change in ways that would ultimately astonish us.

Without any hesitation, he wandered from rack to rack. My wife Dianne stayed by his side. ‘When did you last buy clothes?’

‘I haven’t bought any,’ he said. ‘In the children’s homes, they gave you clothes.’

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