It was a feeling of liberation, the same kind when you get home and unzip your pants and take off your bra. Except I wasn’t at home and running around half-naked. I was on a hill farm, decently clothed.
It had rained overnight. The land was covered in a damp, piercing coldness, reeking of fresh…
My daughter asked me if she is white.
As her brother tried to answer the question, looking at his colouring pencils and bringing his own arm closer to hers, my mind drifted to my first Australian experience that made me ask the same question.
I took my daughter to the child nurse who commented during…