Kissing my little girl goodnight, I climbed into her bed for a nighttime snuggle.
‘Shall we call Uncle Carl quickly?’ I whispered to Sienna, then two, and she nodded happily.
I’d moved to Queensland, Australia, with my parents, Julie, 64, and Paul, 54, 10 years earlier. But my big brother Carl, 44, and I stayed in touch.
‘Hello you two,’ he beamed, answering my call.
Despite the 17-year age gap, we were close growing up, along with my other older siblings, Lesley and Ralph.
Carl was a typical protective big brother – always keeping me on the straight and narrow. Growing up, we’d watch movies together and whenever I was sad, he’d bring me over my favourite meal – chicken chow mein.
We had a super close bond, and living…