For anyone here who’s the parent of a daughter, imagine getting the following message from her:
"In a series of short messages, she says:
"I’m sorry mum.
"My path abroad hasn’t succeeded.
"Mum, I love you so much! I’m dying because I can’t breath.
"I’m from Nghen, Can Loc, Ha Tinh. Vietnam.
“I am sorry, Mum.”
I’m a cynical ol’ bugger from all my years in Fleet Street, but reading that actually brought a tear to my eye.