My brave girl

Liz Bishop, 40, from Worcester

Grabbing some breakfast, I rushed upstairs to quickly get myself ready for the day ahead. ‘Will you watch Lily-Mai?’ I said to my eldest daughter, Chloe, then 16.

‘Course,’ she replied, scooping Lily-Mai up in her arms and heading off to the bathroom to do her makeup.

Lily-Mai, then three, loved watching her big sister get glammed up, her eyes fixed on what Chloe was doing.

Between Chloe and her younger brother, Blake, then 11, they were always on hand to help out with their little sister when I needed it.

And as Lily-Mai needed lots of specialist care, I was grateful for the help.

While doctors didn’t have a diagnosis, Lily-Mai was just a few weeks