Faceleessevil
Mar 16, 2021
3 minutes
Words: Beth King.
The Spice Girls were blaring on the radio as my big sister Sarah, 12, and I sat on our beds, chatting.
It was 1999 and I was 10 years old. We’d grown up sharing the back bedroom of our four-bed pre-war terrace In Romford, Essex. Our little brother Ryan, then six, had his own room.
The radio kept switching itself off
Sarah and I got on well – being the younger sister, I’d sometimes annoy her by playing with her
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