Ruby Thresher, 18, from Bristol
Dear Mum,
Coming home from school, I knew where to find you.
Opening the gate to the garden, you smiled whilst waving your muddy fingers in the air.
You just loved nature – flowers were your favourite.
Do you remember when you begged Dad to buy you a potting shed for the garden?
Your wish was his command, and the wooden structure took pride of place on the lawn.
You even went to a flower arranging group with your best friend, Emma, once a week.
Being my silly teenage brothers, Louis, Owain, and Rhys would tease you for going.
You were the youngest person in the group!
The smell of home-grown sweet peas lingered in the kitchen and Dad nicknamed you his ‘little sweet pea’.
Growing up we knew that certain foods didn’t agree with you.
If we
