Goin’ home….

So after six weeks of living in a backpackers hostel, 3 traumatising court appearances- the last the best- advo in place for 2 years and a conviction for assault,

I went home.

Home to my parents.

Home to my family.

There I felt love

Surrounded by love.

I hadn’t felt that for awhile.

Turns out dad and I needed each other more than either of us thought. I helped with mum- who has advanced dementia and he helped me by giving me a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in – and a listening ear and love only a father can give to a daughter.

Home where I healed

Home where I watched my father be a full time career doing everything in his power to look after mum.

Home where my father become my hero.

After 60 years of marriage here he was doing it all.

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