From the moment my baby sister Martyna was born, I was besotted.
‘Can I hold her?’ I begged my mum. Just 4, I was desperate for a cuddle with the squishy pink newborn.
When she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, I knew we’d be best friends forever.
As we grew up, we loved playing together.
Making cups of tea in our pretend cafe, or having pillow fights in our bedroom.
And when we heard shouting from downstairs, we comforted each other.
‘I hate it when Mum and Dad fight,’ I told Martyna.
‘Me too,’ my sis agreed.
Despite the arguments, Martyna and I had a happy
