Everything was perfect. It's all magical as if you can't even believe its existing but there's always a storm in the rainbow. How can those magical things can bring back?
'One minute, your life can be completely ordinary. The next, it could have exploded into a thousand pieces, completely unrecognisable.
That's what it was like when my mum left.'
If something is lost, can it ever be found?
If a life is broken, can it ever be fixed?
If your brothers go missing, can they ever be saved?