Waking up snuggled next to my sister Chloe, it was still dark outside.
But instead of pulling the duvet over my head and drifting back to sleep, I threw it off and gave Chloe’s shoulder a shake.
‘Five more minutes,’ she mumbled, rolling away.
Not giving in, I gave her another jostle.
‘It’s Christmas!,’ I giggled, determined to rush downstairs to see our piles of pressies.
Chloe was my identical twin sister and best friend.
It was December 2009 and aged 11, I loved our yearly tradition.
Every Christmas Eve we had a sleepover in one of our bedrooms, and every year I woke up in the middle of
