SUNDAY. 5:05 PM.
I shift uncomfortably on my feet with my old, stained teddy bear in my hands as I try to stiffle down my sobs. I feel a tear run down my right cheek and my mouth wavers a little, staring straight ahead at the army of men walking towards a bus.
My mum tugs me closer to her as she wraps her warm hands around me. She tries everything she can to make me feel better but there's still one thought on my mind: I hate this.
He crouches low in front of me with a huge smile on.
"Hey my little dynamite!"
I force a smile on but I end up crying in front him. I bend my head low as the sobs take over.
There's silence for a moment and my mum rubs my arm.
"Aww Kinsley my little dynamite. Don't cry. You know Daddy doesn't like that." He reaches forward to grab my arms and he takes my teddy bear from me. "Lisa won't like to see that. She'd want to see you strong."
I lift my head to stare at him. He's holding my teddy bear Lisa in his hands and I let out a sad chuckle.
