My Grandma kept a plastic photo cube with pictures of her beloved grandchildren, my brother and I, on her mantlepiece. When she died, I kept it.

The little girl is me, I remember both costumes but not much else, that little girl is a stranger to me, as I now would be to her. I never did become a nurse or a fairy!

My Grandma turned out to be a stranger too. We were close, very close, and yet it was only after she died that we found out she had an older brother and sister. Who knows what other secrets she kept, did I ever really know her?