My three daughters were aged between one and five when they were taken from me by their father. He had denied his relationship with the underage girl that he was involved with. When they were finally found out, and he had lost the teaching position that he loved, both he and the girl ran away together and no one knew where they had gone. My daughters and I were resettled into a bungalow in the Bolton area in Lancashire; unknown to me, their father found out where we were living. He turned up there unexpectedly one day and took my children from me. He told me that they were going on a four-week holiday, but it was seventeen years later that I saw my three daughters again. My daughters were brought up in Copenhagen by their father and the young girl who later had two sons by him.