Deanna Haynes, 29
Hand in hand with my big sister, we headed to the shops on the hunt for the perfect dress.
The daddy-daughter dance was coming up and I wanted to look perfect.
‘I remember mine,’ my sister Kimmy smiled.
Just seven-years-old, I idolised my big sister.
Eight years between us, I thought she was so cool.
And she always had time to take me shopping.
Finding the perfect white dress, I couldn’t wait for our dad to see it.
It was February 1997, and as I slipped on the dress, I looked myself over in the mirror.
Walking down the stairs, he stood at the bottom in a handsome suit.
‘You look beautiful,’ my dad Robert, now 60, beamed. I felt it, too.
Dad and I were so…
