People may glance at this and might think of polka dots, favourite colours or lolly pops. Most won’t recognise it, only a few will be familiar with it, even less will really feel it. This is a secret public confession, a plea for help. I need to be a better mother to my daughter. NO, there is nothing wrong with her she just has cerebral palsy, epilepsy, learning difficulties and is wheelchair bound. Even when I try my hardest, I feel I fail her. She deserves so much more. She says there is nothing wrong with me. I think there is. That is the problem. It is not black, nor is it white. It is the art of deception.