Single Parent Family

She snapped on earrings quickly in a hurry now applied a little more lippy stopped to adjust a bra strap that was biting her left shoulder got the seams of her stockings straight just right fumbled inside her blouse corrected a straying breast not a hair out of place just in time for the bus someone offered to give their seat up (and then suddenly declined) all the other mums smiling admiring her clothes admiring her style. Her kid runs to her screaming with delight: “Daddy...Daddy...Daddy! ” She smiles. Her Adam’s apple bobs up ‘n’ down. Make up can’t really hide that tell-tale five o’clock shadow. Other kids don’t bat an eyelid accept it for what it is. The general consensus being: “I think it’s cool that your Mummy’s a Daddy & he looks better in his clothes than my Mum does in hers! You’re so lucky! I wish I had a Daddy-Mummy! ”