There once was a horse in Kalbarri called Little George he is and was my number one favourite horse. He would do everything with me, he would jump for me, when I call him he would run and come to me. Little George was my life when ever I went out to the ranch he would come to me and we would go for a ride straight away, wherever we wanted I knew he trusted me and he knew I trusted him. Little George and I were always together we never left eachothers side once he came to kalbarri he always had me teaching him new things, I technically broke him in he was my number 1. Then my beautiful baby left the ranch to go to perth with his brother and best mate. His best mate was Max and his brother was George, Shari’s favorite was Max, Shari and I were completely heart broken when we had to say goodbye to the only things we loved. A few years later I got some news that a friend had got in touch with the person who took him away I was so happy to see many photos of him. By the end of the conversation I had with this friend I had found out that my beautiful boy was gone he had passed away. R.I.P. Little George “you will never be forgotten”
Category: Class tasks
Refugee Letter
Dear Mother,
I don’t know if you will get this letter, but I really hope you do. I know it has been a year now, but I’m writing to see how you are, and to see if you are with the others.
I’m desperate to go home! I miss my old childhood days. I miss everything about Kalbarri, the country town and how beautiful it is. I left a few things behind but at least they weren’t as precious as you.
People have been telling me that I may not go home. I’m trying to book a flight back, but by the sounds of it, the war is still on. I have a feeling I won’t be back for a while.
I now have a job and get well paid which I am very grateful for. I also have a decent house here. I have some friends that expect me to like it here, which I do, but I have been watching the media reports and by the sound of things refugees are not allowed here anymore.
I have not been in any contact with any friends or family so I don’t know if anyone is safe. I’ve been missing your delicious homemade mac and cheese; the great school I went to, my wonderful friends and the beautiful beach, and our culture. I miss everything.
I’m living in Japan at the moment. All of their culture is very strange and unfamiliar and I hope I am going to a better place. They are moving us tomorrow and I don’t have a clue where I am going.
I still have many nightmares of the frightful memories of those long 3 months. I don’t feel as safe as I felt when I was with you. There have been poor people getting kept out of the country. I’m frightened.
I’m not sure if I will be able to stay in the next place I’m moving to. I hope I see you very soon.
Love, Luwana Berg