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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9


By Hannah Jones, year 8, The Ladies’ College

I am cold and hungry but there is nothing for us - no food, no fuel. I try to keep myself from complaining but I cannot, for we are starving. My mother will not speak. She has not uttered a word since Father left. Whenever I try to talk to her she walks away. She is like a ghost. I only have Melina, my older sister, to take care of me, but what can she do? It is the middle of winter and she promised me things would get better, but they have not. She has tried so hard but without Mother, we cannot do anything. We are helpless.

There is nothing to do but wait for something, anything to happen. Each day we check the list of men who have been killed or gone missing and each day we come home slightly relieved. Father’s name has not yet appeared on it, but that does not mean that we are not worried. I still remember the day that the soldiers took him away to fight. He swore that he would come back, and I believed him, but as the days turn into years my faith is beginning to wane.

There are not many children left here. Most of them were evacuated to live in the countryside, but Mother would not let us go. I do not know why. She will not even look at us now. How could she abandon us like this? The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that Father will one day return. Without him, things are a mess. It has been so long that I cannot even remember what he looks like! Once Father returns, everything will be better, everything will be fine. This war needs to end, and soon.

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