It was 2016 and after the worst few hours of my life I found myself in Alder Hey children’s hospital in Liverpool.
Jake looked so tiny in that bed as he slept off a concoction of anaesthetic medication leaving me with dark thoughts of blame and failure.
And then this story popped into my mind. The story of a boy who wished he had a pet dinosaur.
When Jacob woke up, I sat on the bed and I don’t know if it was this story or the biggest cherry Bakewell tart I’ve ever seen a 2 year old eat but he was smiled for the first time in 3 days.
A few years later and I’m scrolling through the notes in my phone during the boredom of a covid-19 lockdown where I come across a (very) rough draft of a story. This story.
So I finished it off and here it is. Hopefully it will bring your child as much joy as it brought Jacob – who I’m happy to say made a full recovery.
