Rachel Tillotson

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Lola, 14, romanticises the memories of two teenagers who she hung out with, Zaina and Kad. At war with a mother who will never understand her, Lola feels propelled to tell an intimate tale of what love is.

Charlie is a sensitive teenager who doesn't fit in. She cares for her disabled mom but gets bullied at school. When she turns down her place at university, her mom takes radical steps to ensure her daughter is free to complete her education.

Two mothers, one child. Marcie is a performance artist known for her daring and provocative stage shows. Dawn is an ex-model turned stay at home mum. Bailey is their three-year-old daughter. Each mother envies the other mother's role. One gets bath-times and stories, the other gets a grand evening entrance after an exciting day's work. Dawn is the biological mum, Marcie has no DNA bond. Dawn feels like she's lost her individuality. She compensates by becoming the best mother in the house. She gradually pushes her wife out, one quirky ornament at a time. Until the living room is a playpen and Marcie's daring paintings are replaced with reading lists and nutrition guidelines.

No synopsis available yet.

Lola, 14, romanticises the memories of two teenagers who she hung out with, Zaina and Kad. At war with a mother who will never understand her, Lola feels propelled to tell an intimate tale of what love is.

Lola, 14, romanticises the memories of two teenagers who she hung out with, Zaina and Kad. At war with a mother who will never understand her, Lola feels propelled to tell an intimate tale of what love is.

Charlie is a sensitive teenager who doesn't fit in. She cares for her disabled mom but gets bullied at school. When she turns down her place at university, her mom takes radical steps to ensure her daughter is free to complete her education.

Two mothers, one child. Marcie is a performance artist known for her daring and provocative stage shows. Dawn is an ex-model turned stay at home mum. Bailey is their three-year-old daughter. Each mother envies the other mother's role. One gets bath-times and stories, the other gets a grand evening entrance after an exciting day's work. Dawn is the biological mum, Marcie has no DNA bond. Dawn feels like she's lost her individuality. She compensates by becoming the best mother in the house. She gradually pushes her wife out, one quirky ornament at a time. Until the living room is a playpen and Marcie's daring paintings are replaced with reading lists and nutrition guidelines.