Moana Hope

We call it the honka honka, but it's like a horn, right?

And it's like what you have on a bike.

Anyway, I'm trying to do it with my hands.

Yeah, so he had that.

And because he was very much bedridden, if he did it twice, like that meant it was me.

If he did it three times, that meant it was my brother.

If he did it once, it was – if you missed that horn and you got honked twice –

you're done, like you were beaten because you've got to go.

You've got to get there really quick.

Otherwise, you just cop it.

And moving out with him and caring for him was fun.

I'm generally just somebody that if I love you, I will love you.

And I loved him back then, right, because that's what I thought love was.

So caring for him was just second nature for me.

It wasn't a relief for me.

I felt relief for my mum.

That was what I felt.

Because when he died, I actually didn't know he was going to die.

I never knew he had cancer.

Even when he went to hospital, which he was in hospital like once every three weeks, I would go with him and I would stay in hospital.