Ellie Ashbrook, 23, St Helens, Merseyside
Playing with my dolls in front of the TV, I heard keys rattle in the door.
'Dad's home!' I called, racing into the hallway.
My dad David, then 45, swept me up into a hug.
'Hey sweetheart,' he smiled, before greeting my mum, then 40.
It was 2009 and, aged 8, I was a real daddy's girl.
When Dad had time off from running his brick-laying business, he'd spoil me and my little brother, then 4, with toys, clothes and holidays.
He lavished me with affection, and it meant I gravitated towards him, rather than Mum.
The following year, we moved into a bigger house.
Dad spent
