By Pene Morley

We had a bit of a celebration the day Lucy came out of a coma. Granny baked Lucy’s favorite cake, a chocolate and coconut gateaux, and we invited all the family and her friends over. Dad opened a bottle of pink champagne that he’d put a side for New Year’s Eve, and mum giggled the whole time because the bubbles went straight up her nose.

It was afterwards, when Granny was freezing some of the cake for Lucy, that the hospital phoned. I’ll never forget the way mum crumpled onto the floor and granny shoved the cake in the bin.

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