With a fluffy unicorn in each hand, my daughter Carly, then 11, trotted them around her bedroom.
‘Dinner's ready, love,’ I called.
But Carly was lost in her imagination.
Daydreaming a magical world for her toys to live in.
Carly had loved unicorns since she was a tot.
Her room was full of dolls and cuddly toys, her wardrobe an array of pink and sparkles.
Coaxing her downstairs that Sunday night in October 2021, I enjoyed watching her daydream.
She'd just started secondary school, you see.
‘Soon she'll be texting her mates about boys and slamming doors,’ I joked to her dad John,
