Danielle Hinsley, 37, Wolverhampton
Wrapping my arm around Nan, I leant in close as my sister Rebecca, 39, perched on the other side of the armchair
‘Smile, Nannie B,’ I said, as I snapped a selfie of us.
She did and then she pulled me in for one of her special cuddles.
It was January 2020 and we were visiting my nan Beryl, 89, in her care home.
Nannie B had always been there for me.
When I was little, she lived just up the road.
I loved going round for her corned beef stew and a chat.
As I got older, had my own
