On a July afternoon, Angela Frazer-Wicks waved goodbye to her boys. They were five and fourteen months. A social worker was driving them to be adopted. “Mammy loves you,” she whispered through the window. The pain, she says, felt unbearable.
Angela’s story isn’t simple. She’d survived an abusive partner, addiction, and no safe place to hide. “I wasn’t a monster,” she says. “I needed support to keep them safe.” Years later, she got clean, rebuilt her life in Wisbech, Cambridgeshire, had a daughter, and now works to help other families. In National Adoption Week, she reminds us that some birth mothers are victims, too.
There is a glimmer of grace. Her eldest son found her as an adult. They hugged again after twenty years apart. “More joy than I ever dreamed,” Angela says. She’s grateful to his adoptive parents, and she respects her younger son’s privacy.
💙 Before we judge, let’s ask what help a family needed and didn’t get. Would you share this to widen someone’s compassion today?
