Monday, 30 November 2015
It's hard to be brave when you're just a kid and your mum's down below swelling in her grave. It takes a lot of love just to pick yourself up and dig yourself out of your self-made cave. I used to charge around our backyard with a wooden stave, believing I was living in the times of knights and knaves, busting trees and wrecking her best flower beds, I'd yell and scream and bump my head. But now I cannot bear to stray away from the patch of ground that swallowed my mum and took her away.