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Tonight, I was handed the news bear first.

“I’ve had a bit of a big week,” I revealed. “Mitchell’s best friend Geoff, his great-grandfather got hit by a car on Monday morning, he’s in hospital in a bad way.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” Zipporah commented.

“It’s not,” I confirmed. “It’s been a tricky week. His leg was badly damaged, but they’ve put plates into it. I mean, he’s very old, he’s one-hundred-and-seven years old.”

“Wow.” Mick breathed out. “He’s seen quite a few summers.”

“Yes,” I replied, “and his wife, Geoff’s great-grandmother, is one-hundred-and-six.”

“They’ve been alive a very long time,” Ella reflected. “Just think of the things that they’ve seen.”

“Two world wars,” Dean noted.

“He fought in World War Two, in the air force,” I revealed, “and then Geoff’s grandfather also went into the air force, but his son, Geoff’s Uncle Sandy, programs computers.”

Dean chuckled.

“I suppose that that’s the modern age,” he remarked, “but I wouldn’t want my children to go into the military.”

“Can I ask you something please, Dean?”

He nodded his head.

“Could I please see a photo of your children?”

“Of course.”

Dean pulled up a photo on his phone. He displayed it to me.

“You have such a big, beautiful family.”


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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