Well I got to farewell a good friend
and relative. He called me smoocher
because I would always try to get his hugs
I have very fond memories of him...
All the aboriginal relatives and friends made me
feel that beautiful belonging feeling. I honestly
think I have been cured for now of the running
away feeling.
This relative who died and my cousins too
used to protect me. Maybe they don't realise
it...but when they lived with us...we didn't
feel so worthless we felt loved and that
we belonged. They will always be that way.