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As soon as I awoke on the morning of Fathers’ Day, I threw back the covers and sat up suddenly, swinging my legs around and touching my bare toes to the carpet so that I could stand and hurry into Mum and Dad’s bedroom. Neither of them were tucked within it. It was made neatly, yet I could hear sounds coming from the ensuite. I ambled around, to view Mum fully and well dressed, in front of the mirror.


“Good morning Nina.” She turned around. “We’re going to give your Dad his presents and then we’re going to go out for breakfast. Does that sound alright?”


“Yep,” I agreed. “Where is Dad?”


“In the kitchen, I think,” Mum supplied, turning back to the mirror to apply mascara.


I dawdled out down the hallway, and found Dad just where Mum had said he would be. He was stood in his kitchen with his black to the oven, holding a small cup, a short black he must have made himself.


 

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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