I want to raise awareness
The smell of toast drifted into the room as I sat down on my nan’s sofa to watch cartoons.
Moments later, she appeared with a tray.
‘Dippy eggs and soldiers,’ she said, setting my dinner down in front of me.
It was 2002, and, aged 5, Nana Lin, then 53, always picked me up from school.
Looked after me while my mum Elaine, then 33, was busy working at her HR job.
Nan took me to dance class, stopping at the shop to buy me some sweets on
