TRUE-LIFE Gazing around my new, unfamiliar home, I thought about how much I missed my mum.
It was December 2004 and, aged 7, my life had flipped upside down.
My brother Tim, then 9, and I had been moved from Leicester to Peterborough.
Put under the care of my mum’s brother – our uncle Robert, then 30.
Our parents couldn’t care for us any more.
So we were staying with him at his mother-in-law Pauline’s three-bed home.
Robert and Pauline, then 52, were nice at first.
Sometimes, Robert and Pauline played quiz games on the PlayStation with us in the living room.
But whenever Tim won, Pauline got cross.
‘Little cheat,’ she’d say, hitting him over the head with the remote control.
Months later, I caught her forcing Tim to…
