This simple discovery left me confused. If the concept of a single mother is devoid of all meaning and has no right to exist, who will my book be about? It’s simple: it just so happens that I have no hope and support in the person of a faithful husband, but I do have a wonderful child. And the joy of having it is about a million times greater than the grief of not having it. Every morning I jump up from my bed to the ringing cry of “Mom!” “Where is the porridge?” - and I feel completely happy...