We planned to stay together in year 6. We had thought that we were going to make it through together and help each other when we fell.
When you told me you were moving it felt like I had been stabbed through my chest, I couldn’t breath as I texted you “how long do you have” But the next words felt like the knife was twisting inside of me. “Three more weeks” On your last day In England, I treated you like a Princess. Making sure you would remember me in Australia.
But who would have known you would die in the flood later that year….