When she was 13, Laura Barnett acquired a stepgrandmother she came to adoreOne Sunday afternoon in 1996, I climbed the stone steps leading up to the tall, ivy-clad facade of a house in Highgate, north London, and rang the doorbell. I was 13; beside me was my mother, Jan, and Peter, the man with whom she had recently fallen in love.This was the house in which Peter had grown up, and where his 81-year-old mother, Anita…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 02:47AM on June 6, 2015