Hina Khan, 19, south London
Stomping upstairs, I slammed my bedroom door.
As one of seven, it wasn’t unusual to squabble with my brothers and sisters.
Flopping onto bed, I counted down the seconds till our dad Seyed, 49, got home. He always knew what to say...
When Dad pushed open my door, he joked, ‘Safe to come in?’
‘Of course,’ I replied.
Instantly, I felt calmer.
Kissing the top of my head, Dad led me downstairs.
At the table, my mum Zahela, 40, brothers Khalil, 21, Hanif, 20, Zain, 6, and sisters Kainat, 15, and Nemera, 11, were waiting.
Full house.
Dad kept the peace that night.
Usually, the family ribbed me, said Dad loved me most.
Daddy’s little girl.
To me, Dad was perfect.
He worked hard as…
