Hurtling along the street, my brother overtook me and began to sprint towards our house. Patrick was two years younger than me and always had a streak of mischief about him. It was May 2000, we were on our way home from school and I had a second sense that he’d spring a surprise on me when I reached the house.
‘WE WANTED HIM TO BE HAPPY’
I tried to push open the front door but something was stopping me. Gales of laughter erupted from the other side. Patrick had opened the toilet door just behind our front door, blocking me from getting into the house. I had to wait until his mirth subsided and he eventually
