#Reflections: An Essay On Loss, Hope And The Start Of A New Journey

I’m 9 and its my first day at secondary school. As I saw the other girls running around and chattering excitedly, I was frozen with fear and rooted to the car seat. “Was I somehow given a different resumption date than the others? I wondered. They all already seem to know each other, and they’re so big!”

Her Lost Days

Looking back, perhaps we saw it coming. Maybe we didn’t want to see the fear she tried so hard to hide. Or maybe we just couldn’t face the truth – that we could do nothing for her, and so chose not to see it. But it was there, right there in her flirty smile, andContinue reading “Her Lost Days”