As I was standing at the Heathrow Airport arrivals gate waiting to be reunited with my husband and two children after three years of separation, I was a wreck.

I kept looking down because I was expecting my kids – who were nine and 11 when I last saw them – to be just as tall as when I left them.

When they eventually came around the corner, I initially didn’t recognise them.

It wasn’t until I saw my husband that I thought ‘where are my children?’ and they were actually in front of him but they’d changed so much.

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