Putting down the popcorn, I asked my daughter Shanice to pass the remote control.
‘Uncle Craig will be here soon,’ I told the kids.
‘Yay,’ Shanice beamed.
It was November 2019 and my family and I were having a telly night.
Shanice, then 14, idolised her uncle Craig, then 28.
Sure enough, when my brother arrived, he and Shanice were soon messing about, laughing together.
‘My number-one niece,’ he said affectionately.
Craig and I shared the same dad, but I didn't live with him when we were growing up.
It was only when I had Shanice, aged 19, that we got close.
Her dad Denzil, then 43, worked away a lot, so Craig and my mum Karon, 54, helped out loads.
With Shanice and my other kids, Libby, then 10,…
