Sam 1999
"I saw you outside talking to Shayla O'Malley. I didn't want to interrupt you," Nana says as I plant a kiss on her soft, wrinkled cheek. "Lovely girl she is, brings me flowers whenever she visits, and always asks about you"
I step inside and am hit with an array of smells, firstly there's the ever present scent of mothballs, followed by the overpowering smell of a roast chicken, cooking in the oven and as I wander further through the house, into her tiny kitchen I'm hit with the scent of a warm apple pie, cooling on the windowsill.
"I cooked all your favourites, only the best for my grandson" Nana says to me, making me smile.
"Nana, I hope you spoil all your grandkids like this" I'm the youngest of five grandchildren; the other four, girls, all live nearby with my aunts, Mum's
