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Daisy Ashworth
At home, in London
Emily's little sister, at the other end of every Sunday letter. It was Daisy who pressed her most precious doll into Emily's hands at the station, so that a piece of home would go to school too.
- She loves
- Her big sister. The doll, second. The post, on the days a letter comes.
- She fears
- That Emily will grow up and away and forget the way home.
What she is not telling you
She gave away the thing she loved best without a word, on a cold platform, aged very small, which is as brave a thing as anyone in this story ever does.