Secrets between sisters
Sarah Ibbs, 44
Peering over the covers, I looked at my twin sister Beccy, then 8, in her bed beside mine.
‘Shall we peek?’ I whispered to her.
‘Yeah,’ Beccy giggled.
It was the early hours of Christmas Day 1985, and we were too excited to sleep.
Grinning, we sat up to check the ends of our beds. Sure enough, there were the pillow cases stuffed with Christmas socks, pyjamas and a chocolate orange Mum and Dad left us every year.
Later, the house was chaos. Me and Beccy, our older sister Rachel, then 11,
