Descriptive Essay: Moore River Changed My Life

The sun is blazing through the grey sheet and is close to caressing my face. I can feel the warmth radiating unto my skin as I hang up the washing on the old wooden washing line, this is a daily occurrence for me. I pinch the wooden peg, as I hear a faint whistle. It must be a bird. As I’m about to finish hanging the pair of socks a voice calls out.
“Over here!”
My eyes wander around until they land on three young girls, hiding behind dried up bushes. All of them look younger than ten, the youngest looks about six maybe seven.
“We’re hungry.” The youngest of the three yells out.
As I step though the washing to get a better look, a wave of panic washes over me as I’m stuck on what to do, should I get them food or should or just let them sit in the bushes. I turn abruptly back to the house and then back to the girls. Their eyes plead with desperation, but the house up on the hill yanks me back to reality. They look lost, like they’ve run away.

“You walked all that way?” I ask in disbelief.
The thought of Moore River settles into my mind the way they treated us, I look down at myself, my life hasn’t been enjoyable getting dragged away from my parents, I wish I had the strength to run away from that horrid place but everyone who tried was always caught and tortured in the end and that had frightened me.
The whistling of the wind snaps me out of my thoughts I ask the girls where they’re heading.
“Home” the eldest says, you can hear the tiredness in her voice.
This simple word makes me want to hel p the three girls, maybe because at once stage of my life maybe I should’ve had the courage like these three girls, just to see even just a glimpse of my mum, for her to just hold me and tell me it’s