Alodie Mitchell, 21, London
Little white pins formed a neat row, like soldiers standing to attention.
‘Ready, aim, fire!’
I said, swinging the computer controller, knocking them down in one go.
‘Strike!’ I cheered.
It was 2013, and me and my brother Cliff, then 13, were bowling on the Nintendo Wii.
Aged 10, I was three years younger than Cliff.
But he was my best mate.
‘Good shot,’ he said, high-fiving me.
I loved having a big brother.
Someone to play games with, someone to look out for me.
We shared a bedroom, me on the bottom bunk, him on the top, giggling long into the night with silly jokes.
But the following year, in 2014, things changed.
‘Let’s play another game,’ Cliff suggested one night.
Leaning me against our…
