Dianne J Beale

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"It's a feeling that I'll fight to keep," said the voice in my head. I was sitting by a tent, in front of a camp fire. Next to me was my sister. She was drawing on the ground with what had once been a marshmallow stick. I looked around to see if I could see my parents. Was I dreaming or remembering? It seemed so real. I could feel the heat of the fire and the movement of my sister's arm... The scene changed. Two faces floated in front of me. One was the face of my father. The other man, I didn't know. My sister and mother had disappeared. But none of this could be real. My sister and I had never been camping together.