t also reminded me a lot of my father. He too loved days like this and he would make sure we were always out doing something. It could be something so simple like a bike ride or going

aven't seen him all day so we would rush to give him hugs. We loved our father. He was the best. We usually spent the weekends, especially Sunday's when the shop is closed to catch up. Mum usually went out with her friends on Sundays. Now days she's always gone. Remembering what we us

My brother pretends I don't even exist. There are times I try to talk to him but he just ignores me and literally pretends I'm not there. The only time he speaks to me is to order me to do something like iron his shirt. I don't know how a grown man can't do a simple thi

my thing but I'm decent at it. I just need to get away. From this town. From these people. From my brother's hateful eyes. From my mother's knowing eyes. From the hurtful words people in this pack throw at me. I need a change. I need to go somewhere far away from redwood. I might come back but I feel like I can't be who I want to be in this town. I feel like I have been categorised in this box that isn't me and no matter how much I try to get out of