He was always looking out for her, for all of us. Mum was 18 when Daniel came along, unplanned. He was her firstborn and only son. The baby who taught her how to be a mother. The favourite. She loved the three of us but Daniel was the special sauce; he knew how to make her laugh, bring her back up when she was down. He always reminded me of Will Smith in The Fresh Prince Bel Air, so charismatic and constantly joking. There were the play fights with my older sister and me, Daniel pretending to do wrestling moves on us as we giggled. Or the time he cooked dinner for our family but accidentally smothered the chicken in hot paprika so with one bite, our mouths were on fire. Grandma was rolling on the floor with laughter.