I asked her why, in the January of this year, in that room.

And my sister said: “Because I’d have to sit in front of a judge and explain why it took me two years.

“And the true answer is that I couldn’t have a four-minute conversation.

And I’m not going to say that in a courtroom and I’m not going to lie about it either, so I’m not going.”

She sees Esme every other Saturday, unsupervised now, for the day, and she has done for about a year and a half, and it has never once gone wrong.

She is, by every observation I have, a good mother for those days.