«It was a wet cold winter’s evening in 1973. A young woman called Anna stood on board a ship watching the lights of Liverpool get further and further away. Tears rolled down her bruised face as she clutched the bundle in her arms – her baby whom she adored, but knew she couldn't keep…Holding what should have been her future, she leaned against a dry patch of wood, and drifted into what seemed to be a daydream of what her life was and how she had pictured it.»
