Not one monster… but two

Sumayya Miah, 23, Luton

As Jakhir blew on the dice in my hand, I burst into a fit of giggles. ‘Good luck,’ he smiled. Shaking the dice, I launched them across the board.

‘Four!’ I shouted, moving the plastic princess four spaces along.

‘Well done, sweetheart,’ Jakhir said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

It was August 2004 and I was 6.

Jakhir Hussain, then 21, was my stepdad’s cousin and had been living with me, my mum Lucinda, then 25, and my stepdad Luke, then 44, for a month.

Every day, Jakhir and I played board games, coloured drawings