Claire

I pulled out every box of cereal that we had in the cupboard, including dad's boring wheat biscuits, arranging them on the kitchen bench to give Andy choices of what to have for breakfast.

"Alright, we have Special K, which is mum's favourite, Weed-Bix, that's dad's and these fruit ring things, that are just pure sugar and have no actual substance at all," I tell Andy as Heath comes storming into the kitchen like a tornado.

"Those are mine, you can't have them," Heath ...