Over the next four hours, I watch on as Brielle adds my father to her fan club. The food has been amazing, the laughter has flowed freely, and I have to admit, I have had a truly fantastic night.
“So, what do you do back home in Australia?” my father asks.
Brielle smiles and glances at me.
“She’s an engineer,” I tell them proudly.
“What?” my mother squeals. “Really? I had no idea.”
Brielle nods and laughs. “You all seem so shocked when you find that out about me.”
“What do you do exactly?” my father asks.
“I design machines, but mostly I work on creating prosthetic limbs.”
“Prosthetic limbs?” I frown.
“Yeah, and some hearing aids, too. I don’t actually design them, more fit them to the client’s individual needs. I mostly work in the health sector. However, I have designed a few el
