Hannahs hands are warm against my ears as she pushes too hard into my head to block out the noise.
The slats in the
cupboard door are hard to see through. My sister is clutching me in her arms, I wish I had brought funny bunny with me when we climbed in,
I want to hold his ear between my fingers because something feels strange.
Hannah looks very sad, her face is screwed up and she looks like she might cry I hope she doesn't, I don't feel sad but all I can think of is the taste of salt as my tears run softly into my mouth.
The light changes outside the door and through my sisters fingers I can hear muffled screams lighting up the house.
Everything is quiet.
We scramble out the cupboard catching each other to the front door opening out into our snowy garden. The snowflakes catching in my eyelashes
so all the light is blurred but then I see my mum, holding her knees close to her chest she's weeping in the cold. I don't know why she
would want to be outside in this snow. But her knees are bleeding and she is crying hard now, we hold her.
I look down at the snow in between my toes and it's very cold, my teeth are chattering but I feel like we need to be looking after mum now so we
pull her inside and she cries more, we cry too, we're crying so hard I don't even hear my dad leave.
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