A Last Kiss For Mummy

I wish I was a proper mummy,'

I heard Emma whispering to her baby.
'I wish your daddy wasn't in jail. I wish I had a proper job like proper mummies do, friends with babies so you had little friends to play with. I don't want us to be alone.'

I could hear her soothing him. And when she spoke again, it was almost inaudible.

'I'm sorry, I'm useless, and I don't know what to do.'