she splashes down the dirty stream where the road normally is. I look back at our house. ‘Ahhh! Mommy, the roof’s coming off!’ Mommy half looks round to see the flying roof for herself. There are bricks and stones flying around us. I’m screaming. I hold my arm over my head to protect myself. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘I don’t know! Just, just hold on to my shoulders.’ As if she is trying to spin me round, she shifts me onto her back like a koala having a piggyback from their Mommy. It flashes in front of my face as it collides with Mommy’s head and knocks us right down into freezing cold. Mommy is pulled away from me. I shout. I shout for her. My head bangs the hard ground under the water. I open my mouth to cry out but my mouth fills with water and I gag. And I gag. I can’t breathe. Where’s Mommy, where’s Mommy, where’s the man? I try and sit up and search round for her. I’m shaking. The water completely soaks my pjs. ‘Are you ok?’ What? Is he talking to me? He, the stranger, is running towards me. I see the lump lying in the stream that is Mommy. I try to get over to her as fast as I can. The man gets there before me. He moves quickly and crouches by her side. ‘WAIT!’ He shouts at me. I stop. He’s frightening. I want to see Mommy; why isn’t she getting up? He lifts the top half of her body up and out of the water. He turns her body over so she is facing upwards but her face is still hidden by her tangled wet hair. He sweeps it back quickly. ‘MOMMY!’ What is he doing? He’s trying to hide her from me. I try and grab him and her. I can’t really see what I’m doing. I pull his arm back with all my body and he loses balance falling to the side. He lets go of Mommy. Her eyes are still open. She’s awake! She drops back down into the water. I heave at her arm. It’s the angle that I see it. Blood and dirt tangled in her hair. He snatches her from me. Her eyes are wide open. 67
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