By Maria, age 11 – Dublin
Waking up is difficult to do, especially when there’s a troubling task ahead. It’s a constant obstacle. So it was with trepidation that I awoke that morning. I got up, changed and entered the living room.
Mother was frying eggs as Sandy sat beside her. Mother turned and dropped an egg.
“Sylvia…” she muttered, tossing me sausages. Worry crossed her face.