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[Extract] Ebanee pinches her nose to stop herself from crying. And Mum looks at her with those volcano eyes, all red around the edges. Ebanee had a sore like that once, I remember, wet and leaking. And Mum said, ‘You have to let it dry.’ Now I watch Mum’s eyes and wait for them to scab over. Another time, Mum said she wanted to be a child like me and start her life again. She could be thinking that now. But what she doesn’t know is that some kids are luckier than others. Some kids get good things they don’t deserve. She shouldn’t want to be a kid like me. In our family, Dad is the strongest one. He never cries. When things go wrong, he gets angry. Like the day he backed his car into a star picket. He had a mean look on his face and said stuff about insurance and a job he didn’t need. And he said a swear word. The B one. If a kid says that, they get put in time out! What Dad didn’t know is that it’s good to run into star pickets. The stars hidden in those pickets follow you home, and you get to choose a special star to be yours, and it looks after you for the rest of your life. Yeah. Dad never understands important things like that.
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Green Ant Dreaming
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Tropical Writers
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Cairns, QLD, Australia
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