When disaster struck, my brave little girl channelled her TV hero
April Connor, 33.
Walking into the living room, I smiled at my daughter, Nevaeh, nine, snuggled up with my fiancé, Andrew, on the sofa.
They were glued to The Walking Dead, eyes wide as zombies shuffled across the screen.
“You two are obsessed,” I teased, plonking down beside them.
Judith Grimes was Nevaeh’s favourite character – adventurous, brave, with great survival instincts.
“She’s just like you,” I grinned at my girl.
A few weeks later, I’d realise just how true that was.
It was April this year when a huge storm smashed through our area.
The wind howled so loudly it rattled the windows, thunder cracked like gunfire, and lightning lit up the sky.
Nevaeh didn’t bat an eyelid.…
