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    Sister Heart
    Sister Heart
    Sister Heart
    Ebook203 pages59 minutes

    Sister Heart

    By Sally Morgan

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    A young Aboriginal girl is taken from the north of Australia and sent to an institution in the distant south. There, she slowly makes a new life for herself and, in the face of tragedy, finds strength in new friendships. Poignantly told from the child's perspective, Sister Heart affirms the power of family and kinship. This compelling novel about the stolen generations helps teachers sensitively introduce into the classroom one of world's most confronting histories.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIndependent Publishers Group
    Release dateAug 1, 2015
    ISBN9781925163223
    Sister Heart
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    Sally Morgan

    Sally Morgan is the editor of Soil Association’s Organic Farming magazine, writes regularly for gardening and smallholding magazines and is a member of the Garden Media Guild. Sally’s blog was a finalist in the Garden Media Guild Award 2019, and she also runs smallholder courses on her organic farm in Somerset. Her previous books include The Climate Change Garden with Kim Stoddart (Green Rocket Books, 2019) and Living on One Acre or Less (Green Books, 2016).

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      Book preview

      Sister Heart - Sally Morgan

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      Here I am

      curled in the corner

      of a cold stone room

      with no one to hug

      but me

      A too-high window

      throws shadow lines

      on the moonlit floor

      Shadow lines

      Hard lines

      Straight lines

      Barred lines

      Like lines on a map

      slashing hills and creeks

      ridges and plains

      rocks and spinifex

      Old people laughed

      when Mum told them

      about the Boss’s paper map

      Grandpa Mick shook his head

      Hills won’t move for a line

      Trees won’t bend for a line

      Granny Rosy flicked her hand

      Pah — inside the lines

      Outside the lines

      It’s all our country!

      But here I am

      Trapped by lines

      walls

      window

      door

      shadows on the moonlit floor

      Fencing me in

      Cutting me off

      Slicing me away

      Making me cry

      cry

      cry

      for home

      Morning light streaks

      through the too-high window

      tickles my sore eyes

      teases my skin

      Bully boots

      thud, thud, thud

      Big keys jangle

      clink-clank clink-clank

      Door gives a rusty warning

      Right you – out!

      I shrink

      small as a spider

      press my face to the wall

      He yanks me up

      like a sack of flour

      Fist opens

      Here — eat this

      Not from him

      No bread from him!

      I spit on his bully boots

      He drops the stale bread

      Clouts my ear

      Been hit before

      Been hit on the station

      when I spilled tea on Boss’s visitors

      when I got in the way

      when I asked Boss a question

      Policeman sneers

      Why the Government’s

      wasting schooling on

      ungrateful kids like you

      beats me

      He pulls me forward

      Out!

      Where is he taking me?

      Where is my mum?

      Rough hands

      hurry me

      down a sandy track

      empty of Mum

      empty of anything

      except a swarm of flies

      buzzing a dead bird

      My ear throbs

      chest aches

      sobs bubble inside

      Down

      down

      down

      the track

      to the big saltwater

      Mum’s not here

      I look around

      She’s not here

      not there

      not anywhere

      Policeman yanks my chin up

      Look at me!

      I – will – not – look – at – him

      If I look

      I hear myself screaming

      to be let out of the store room

      hear Aunty Adie begging

      hear policeman telling Boss

      Thank you for confining this child

      No tricks

      do you hear me?

      He straightens up

      About time!

      My heart jumps

      Mum?

      A stooped stranger

      plods forward

      shooing flies

      with a stiff straw hat

      Is this the girl?

      She’s all yours, Reverend

      Got the manners of a camel!

      Reverend says

      Can she speak any English?

      She can speak it alright

      but don’t bother talking to her

      she won’t answer

      I’ve got more important jobs

      than babysitting kids!

      Reverend says

      God holds us all to a higher duty

      He reaches out a plump hand

      I kick

      squirm

      try to free myself

      Policeman shakes me

      Hey — I said no tricks!

      Reverend grasps my other arm

      I’ll take charge of her

      Hold her tight

      policeman says

      She’ll run like the wind

      if she can

      These kids are fast

      I am caught between them

      Reverend leans close

      My name is Reverend Dale

      I’m sailing on the ship too

      I will look after you at sea

      He points

      See that ship out there?

      Far out

      something rides

      the wrinkled water

      Is it a ship?

      I don’t know

      I’ve never seen a ship

      I’m a freshwater girl

      It looks small from here

      but it’s huge

      That ship can travel a long way

      It will get us safely to our destination

      He gives me an impatient smile

      So you see

      there’s nothing to worry about

      I gaze at the thing floating far out

      If it is a ship

      it won’t take me home

      No big saltwater to travel in my country

      If it is a ship

      it will take me somewhere else

      Why can’t I go home?

      I hate the stinking ship

      for sailing me

      far

      far

      far away

      I hate the smiley Reverend

      for forcing me

      on the ship

      even though I kicked him

      I hate the bully policeman

      for snatching me

      from the station

      when Mum was working

      at the

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