The last few weeks were like a roller coaster for me as the year rolled on past significant birthdays and anniversaries. First . . . The date of my mother’s birthday in late January – a quiet day which rarely rates a mention, but is always silently remembered by us four sisters. Soon after .…
The day of my 16th birthday dawned hot and clear. The bright Melbourne sky seared impossibly blue outside my bedroom window. It was the first day of the school year. Year 11 beckoned. I could hear some commotion in Mum and Dad’s room, next to mine. Small noises, sighs and groans as they moved around…
This incident happened years ago, but to Sara the memory still has a life of its own. Perhaps you too were traumatised as a result of your parents' actions
