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When my sister Sarah got married, she asked to wear our mum’s wedding dress. The day she tried it on for the first time me and mum were sitting in the living room waiting for Sarah to come down the stairs. There she was, looking stunning, the dress was a perfect fit on her petite frame. Mum’s eyes welled with tears and I put my arm around her.

“You’re not losing a daughter,” I reminded her in time-honored fashion. “You’re gaining a son.”

“Oh, forget about that!” she said with a sob. “I used to fit into that dress!”