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Blossom

I arrived at university, the morning beautifully sunny, yet freezing cold. What else could have I expected out of a winter day? I went through the motions, buying myself a hot chocolate, then getting on with my day. Checking my phone, I confirmed that it was on silent, so that I wouldn’t be interrupted, even though I hated myself for it. I felt like I needed to be contactable at all times, just in case. Mitchell could call, or somebody could call about Mitchell. I longed for him, numbing the pain a little with the piping hot drink while I went through my day. Getting my teaching degree would at least give me something to be proud of, not that I wanted to achieve without my brother there to witness it. Following uni, I returned home to the pale pink camellias in bloom. My lips curved into a smile as I plucked off one flower, to take inside with me as I shielded from the cold. Maybe this blossom could represent the hope that I held – for Mitchell, or for something else beautiful. Light seemed to be seeping in more than I expected it would.


 

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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