I was still stood in the doorway to the living room; it felt like no-one had even noticed me. I looked on as this bloke who was supposed to be our long lost 'Grandad' try, not very successfully to tell my little brother that Nana Pat had died. After about two seconds of watching him struggle, I just couldn't take it anymore and I blurted out the fact without thinking about the after-effects of what I was saying; on not only me, but also on the rest of my family. I don't know what made me say it, I just lost it I suppose. I love how grownups think that just because we are young, we need to be spoken to in simple terms, like we are still children, but we are not, I knew what was going on. I wasn't stupid, no matter what people thought about our family.

I didn't even think about what I did next, in fact I didn't think about anything much. The next thing I remember I was sat, soaked through to the skin, on the old, rusty swing set on the playground at the other end of the Square, the sound of my heart breaking sobs, swallowed up by the storm raging all around me.

I was so distracted by all of my own thoughts, I didn't notice when my so called 'Grandad' came up to me through the mist and fog, and scared me so much I almost screamed. That was until he stepped out from the shadows, and I realised who it was. He put his hand up in a way that showed me no harm.

'Tiffany, Tiff... Listen I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, can I sit down.'

He indicated towards the empty swing that was gently swaying in the wind beside. He took the non-committal shrug I gave him as an invitation to sit down. For a few minutes we just sat there in a comfortable silence until the sounds of the rain were just a little pitter patter barely audible now.

'God, you're soaked! Your Mum and Nana Carol will kill me if I let you go back to the house looking like that here, take this?' He draped his equally sodden suit jacket over me in an effort to stop the ever so slight shivering.

'Mum tells me to do a lot of things, one of those is not to talk to strangers in the dark' I said giving him a bit of my attitude, which caused him to laugh, making his eyes light up, even through the gloom.

After a few moments of nonstop laughter on his part, I decided to give him my best peed off look, a look I learnt and then perfected from my mum, which caused even harder laughter.

'What's so funny?'

'You just remind me so much of your mum that's all, you are the spitting image of her, when she was your age. It's like looking in a mirror.'

Just as I was about to reply, we saw blue flashing lights approach our house. I turned to Grandad and asked him whether they had come to take away Nana Pat.

'I think so sweetheart, come on let's go, give you a chance to say goodbye'.

With that he put his arms around me and led me back towards the house. I thought it was going to take me a while to get used to having a Grandad around, but I was sure I would be able to twist him around my little finger eventually. At the end of the day I had learnt very early on in my short life that most adults (except for maybe Auntie Janine, to be honest I don't know why she was even considering keeping her baby. I would feel sorry for any child born to her) couldn't resist a cute kid, maybe it was going to be fun having a Grandad around after all...

If only I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have made so many evil jokes about him.