After about a year of living in that house, my stepdad got a job at Monadelpus in Townsville, I was so happy because i found out that he would be in Townsville all week, and only come back on the weekends. Everything was great for about 3 months, because on the weekends i would sleep at my nannys or my friends, so i didnt see him, but the mum decided that she missed him, and that she was going to fly up to see him for 3 days. She decided to take me with her.
Of corse i complained but she said that i had to come. Jarred was going to stay with our grandmother in Brisbane, I didnt know why i couldnt as well, but i had to go so i was going to try and grin and bare it. I tried to look on the bright side, which was i got to see my cousins and grandparents who lived in townsville, and i would miss out on school.
So on a Thursday, my uncle dropped us off at the airport, mum was being really nice for once, and i was really happy, i almost forgot why we were going to townsville because i was so caught up in the moment of actually feeling loved. 4 hours later we arrived in Townsville, my aunty (mums sister) was waiting at the airport for us, we were going to spend the night at her place, because apprently my stepdad didnt even know we were coming to see him.
The next day i went to my grandmothers place, i was so happy to see her after so long, my cousins were also there because they lived with her, i was going to sleep over her place, and she even took me to my first ever Cowboys game! i was the happiest i had been in a long time. Even more so because that night, my father rang and i got to talk to him, I laughed , I cried, but all up i was so happy to have been able to talk to him.
Over the next two days i only saw my stepdad once, which i was fine with. On the flight back to Brisbane, my mother told me that we were going to move to Townsville, you could say i was well less than happy, i was depressed, i knew that the nightmare was just going to continue
