Mandie Sempey, 36, St Helens
Whether we were riding our bikes on the beach, nabbing fruit from the local vicar’s trees or building a den, me, my brother Robbie, 9, and sister Shelly, 6, were always into something.
Social Services called us the Three Amigos, and they couldn’t have been more right.
Though our dad had done his best to raise us alone, he’d fallen on hard times and so had we.
Being passed between foster families and children’s homes wasn’t easy, but I always felt so lucky to have Robbie and Shelly.
Robbie called me his ‘little big sis’, for my mature outlook, but if things got tough, it was always Robbie who cheered us up.
‘Hey,’ he’d smile, putting his arms around us, ‘remember the time we were…
