CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The September edition was out. My life story. It felt really strange, seeing it in print, yet a feeling of relief came over me, especially knowing it had been written anonymously. Although our readers would know these kinds of miraculous things do happen, they didn’t have to know who they happened to, did they?
Only a select few knew who the story was about and they were my closest friends, Jo, Carly, Liz and Jorge, Anna, John, Julianne, Syd and Tony (and, of course, my mum). My dad, on the other hand, didn’t know. I had barely spoken to him in months but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the amazing thing that had happened to me, the amazing thing that had completely changed my life in every way possible. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to know, it was because
