Doing it for Nan
Gavin Cueto, 25, Newport
Tucking into a chocolate biscuit, I took a mouthful of tea to wash it down.
‘Thanks, Nan,’ I said.
She always knew how to make me feel better.
A cuppa and chocolate bicky was Nan’s answer to everything.
It was 2008, and I’d always been close to my nan Elaine, then 74.
She lived just five minutes away from me and my mum Julie, now 56.
Growing up, I’d often pop round after school and stayed over most weekends.
She was so warm and welcoming, and her house was my
