Sherlock Holmes was a small boy who not many people loved though he loved many.
A flower for his mum every day.
A special violin piece for his brother on Mycroft's birthday.
A hug for dad, when he came to visit.
"Lily livered Sherlock Holmes, his mummy and daddy split his home!"
"Sure-to-never-be-fucked Holmes!"
They were wrong about that last one.
It all started when Sherlock was 17 and brave.