My name is Laura and I am 9. When I was in my Mummy’s tummy, my left hand didn’t grow properly. My Mummy and Daddy didn’t care – they thought I was beautiful and special.
My left hand has four tiny baby fingers on it, but I can still do things – like ballet, swing on monkey bars, hold a skipping rope and ride my bike.
These are my hands
My best friends are Cassandra and Jacqueline. They are in my class at school. They don’t care that my hand is different, and if anyone teases me, they stick up for me.