Jennifer had written postcards from Sydney to each of her sisters and their families and filled them with her truest longings: she missed them, felt out of place at Aunty’s house, couldn’t wait to see them all again when she could come home, whenever that might be; she loved them all and she wished she had said that more when she’d been in S.A. and if she ever got to come home, she was gonna say it every time she saw them.
Of course they all took the piss out of her for these post cards when she did get back three weeks later.
Her brother-in-law hugged her and said, “I love you Jennifer,” and everyone laughed.
Comments