‘A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.’ To Dot, my darling sister, my best friend. We were 2 little London girls growing up in the 50’s in that tiny house with a basement and outside loo, in Conderton Road, where we lived with our Mum and Dad and loving grandparents, Poppa and Auntie Pat. Those were the days when we would play outside from dawn til dusk, with our friends, on the streets and on the bombsites, the neighbours keeping a watchful eye from their doorsteps. I remember one day getting separated from you, I got lost, tottering around the block in our mum’s high-heels, crying my eyes out, feeling scared and alone. Then feeling a little hand grab mine and a familiar voice say ‘Come on, Laura, where have you been? We’ll be late for tea and Mummy will be cross’. It was you, my big sister, come to find me. I felt safe again and protected. I was 3 and you were 4. You held my hand back then Dot and all through our lives. I hope you know I am holding yours now. Laura ‘The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend’