By the time Christmas Day arrived, we were all sitting around at Omi and Pa Landon’s, feeling at home with my adopted family all around me. Mum and Mark had gone back home to South Australia where they now lived. I still felt off, certain smells were making me feel sick. I was more tired than usual. By the time the afternoon had rolled around I was napping away on one of the many lounges at the farmhouse. Tatiana said something to me a few days ago about getting my stomach checked. I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but I had an idea. Not ready to face that path I pushed the thought aside. I was beginning to think that Aunt Tati was on to something, it would explain a lot of things. We went for a trip to Sydney just after Pa's funeral and I never get car sick but I kept feeling nauseou

