‘He’ll Kill me…’
Sarah Summers, 33, Bolton
Pulling the blanket over our knees, our eyes shone as Mum walked into the lounge with two paper bags.
It was 1992, a typical Saturday night for me, then 5, and my big sister Katie, 8.
A 10p bag of pick-n-mix, Mum cooking potato hash, and then…
‘Gladiators time!’ Katie beamed, tapping the remote.
I’d follow Katie around like a shadow. But by my 10th birthday, I was the one taking care of her.
You see, Katie was a troubled teen. She struggled to make friends, was bullied. An argumentative but sensitive soul.
Then in 2000, at 16, she fell out with
