The story of us
Some kids have imaginary friends.
Me, I had an imaginary sister.
I’d chat away for hours to her, play with dolls or dressing up.
‘Let’s go to the park, sis,’ I’d grin.
But when we got there, my heart would ache as I watched other sisters have fun together. I had no one to push me on the swing.
It was 1989 and at home it was just me and my
