Elisha, 20, Winchester
A s I sat crosslegged, watching cartoons, Dad plonked himself behind me.
‘Enough telly, time for your bath, he said.
Nodding meekly, I switched off the TV and headed to the bathroom.
It was 2007, and, aged 5, I went to stay with my dad Russell, then 37, every other weekend.
I loved our time together, watching DVDs and going out to the park.
But I hated bath time.
‘Let’s get you dry,’ he said, lifting me out of the water and wrapping me in a towel.
Then, instead of tucking me up in bed,
