TRUE-LIFE
Flinging down my school bag in the hall, I ran between rooms looking for my little sister Phoebe, then 7.
‘I’m back!’ I grinned, finding her playing in the living room, and wrapping my arms around her.
It was June 2008, and to my classmates my life, aged 10, was just like theirs.
Yet, when I got home after a day of maths and science, my first thought wasn’t to plonk myself down in front of the telly.
It was to help my sis.
‘Are you thirsty?’ I asked, grabbing Phoebe a cup of water.
There were three years between us, but
