Ophelia

Female | Child | 3 to 5 minutes
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EXTRACT: Mum and Dad and me eat official first-night-ina-new-house dinner, which is fish and chips in newspaper on the living room floor. We have sand between our toes, and a tan upon our nose, and I can see they’re happy. Which makes me happy—almost. That night, lying in a lumpy bed, with the ocean breathing in and out beyond my window and the darkness laid upon me like a heavy blanket, I feel only … lonely.

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