I ran away from home when I was about 9 after my dog Dash got put down. I hid in the stables with ma Shetland pony, Malcy, and I fell asleep crying. A voice woke me, “Aw hen.” It was my big cousin Robert. “C’mere it’s awright.” He lifted me up and I got the biggest, much needed cuddle and he just kept teething me “it’s alright.” I’m probably not taking this story well. Basically he was my hero that day. x