It all happened so fast. I just remember a collage of images in a flash film. I remember fire and smoke, cops, fire engines and ambulances; hospitals, funerals and graveyards. Then being stuffed on a plane to America. Gone was my life on the family farm, gone were the Kiwi summers, I was being exiled. No-one wanted me so they got rid of me, that’s how it felt. If only they knew.
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