Nan, 2021

 I have few memories, scattered images, a fireplace, the plush mother cat and her velcro kitties. The only embrace I recall was not even with you, but an elderly asian man in the city streets one cold winter day, toothlessly smiling down at me as I wrapped myself around his leg thinking it was you With my mum, her sister and their mother - you had all wandered off. From a distance I could see you, my heart sank in a Sydney street, alone with a stranger, familiarity at the corner. Unaware I’d been left in a daze, gazing blanking into a strip window… maybe I was 6? At 11, so far away from there, from you, you died and I cried the hardest I ever had. Staring blankly out my bedroom window. I couldn’t even remember how long it had been since I saw you, only that I wouldn’t see you again….