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Rose and I arrived at the hockey field. After she parked the car, we both emerged from the vehicle. Rose walked around to the boot. She retrieved from it both of our long, thin hockey bags, mine more overstuffed than hers. This was despite the fact that Rose was a clearly superior hockey player, as well as being much more organised in terms of packing her bag.


“Thanks,” I uttered as she handed mine over to me.


I slung the strap over my shoulder. Rose did the same with her hockey bag, then locked the car. Side by side, we ambled over. Some of the other Parramatta players were already starting to warm up, just beyond the awning of the building.


“Hi,” I greeted Finn, Brentin and Violet with a wave.


“Hello, Nina,” Violet replied.


At the end of the match, Rose dropped me to work, which I appreciated, especially considering that it was in the opposite direction for her.


 

The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.


Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.


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