Just watched Robin's Journey on 20/20. The words that resonate in my soul is the phrase uttered "it doesn't matter if you're 2 or 52, you always want your mummy when you are sick." My mummy was not there when I was sick. She was not there when I was down. She was not there to pick me up. She left me without a single phone call for the entire year to fight through my divorce all alone. She didn't care that I could be sent back to her in a body bag. I wanted my mummy through thick and thin, but she didn't want me. She never did.