Why I didn’t write about my sister’s disappearance
I was 15 when I went to her home in Barra, a coastal town south of Sydney, to watch a fireworks display.
A few minutes later, I went down the street to my sister, who had gone home with friends.
My heart was pounding.
We were two hours away from our home in a small town called Kailah.
I knew I couldn’t wait to see her again, so I asked her, “Are you coming home?”
She said yes, she was in Australia, but she didn’t want to go home.
My heart sank.
She hadn’t told me that she had been abducted by a group of men, and she hadn’t gone home yet.
We couldn’t tell each other, we couldn’t call each other parents.
My sister was a bright girl, with an adventurous spirit, and her parents had taken her to a family friend in Australia to pick her up for Christmas.
My parents’ lives were shattered, and I knew my sister would suffer the same fate as my mother and brother had.
My brother was 15, my sister was 16.
It’s not easy to describe how I felt when I saw my sister again.
I was a young boy, and that night was my last night at home.
My mother and father had asked me to come home with them.
We didn’t have any money, and we had no way to pay for it.
So I left the house to take my sister home, with my mother on my shoulders, my father on my shoulder.
We walked for about four kilometres, and my sister and I were separated for a while.
I felt that I had to do something to get her home, and so I started walking home alone, alone in the dark.
It was a cold night and the streets were dark.
At one point, my mother called me and told me she had to stop walking.
I turned around and said, “Mommy, can you come home?”
My mother said, yes, we’ll come home soon, and then I turned to her and said “Don’t worry, we will come home”. I couldn�t believe my mother.
She said, that�s all right, you can come home anytime.
“My father said to me, “She is alive.
“I thought, That�s not what happened.
When I saw her, I felt so relieved that she was safe.
But my father was still angry.
I thought to myself, I don�t want to be angry with my father.
I just wanted to be happy with my sister.
She had just arrived in Australia when we were separated, and a man was following us.
He chased me.
My father, my grandfather, and me were going along the beach at Barra.
We stopped to watch fireworks, and when we saw him, we were scared.
We had to run away.
I ran back to my mother, who was still at home, crying, but I said, My dad, you should come back home.
And my mother said to my father, Why don�’t you come back and stay with us?
I told my father: No, I want to stay at my home. I said I�m happy with you.
I told her that if you come with me, I will stay with you forever.
I think my father felt like he owed me a lot.
He was a hard man.
I wanted to take care of him.
And so he left us, just like that.
My parents were separated by the age of 15.
My younger brother was 13 and my older sister was 14.
My older brother was a good student and he worked in the shop.
My mom and my grandparents were very close to each other.
My grandfather was a fisherman, and he was the fisherman of our family.
He went fishing for years.
My grandmother was the cook, and they had an old house.
My dad had an English language degree.
My grandparents were good cooks, and had lots of time.
My oldest sister was the housemaid, and went to the beach to get water.
After I was born, I had a sister named Tanya.
I had four older brothers and sisters, and six younger brothers and little sisters.
I remember one day when I was about seven years old, my family and I went fishing with my brother, Tanya, on the beach.
My uncle came along with a fishing boat, and was fishing.
I asked, “Where are you going?”
He said, I am going to the sea.”
The sea was a big place, but Tanya and I never saw a fish.
I remember Tanya saying to me when I turned five years old that we were going to go fishing.
And she was right.
I went and saw what we saw, and Tanya said, No, no, we are going to see