I'm with Bluwise on this one.
When I was a child, my Mum used to help out her friend every weekend at the local Children's Home and take me along. I have to be honest, even as a 9yr old, I used to find the visits a little traumatic and I persuaded my Mum to stop taking me. I could not even begin to fathom how it would feel not to have a home of my own with loving parents. I remember crying non stop one sunny Saturday because I wasn't allowed to take Theresa home with us and have her as my sister. Wonder where she is now?
I would love to help.
