It's Sunday the sun is out and we are sitting in the back courtyard with fresh brewed coffee and Apple Danish. "I tried to imagine it in my head as she explained it", She lived in the old railway shack just over the back there, she pointed to the fence at the back of the property, there was a young couple that lived in the shack next door and they had a young boy and it always made her worry because he was so young and there were a lot of trains around when she lived there. The Dad was a hard worker, and the Mum was a nice lady, she was home all day. She didn't know what happened to them, but she hoped they were okay wherever they went.
We will never know because they didn't exist, this was a story from Mum when we visited her yesterday, she has been diagnosed with that ugly, ugly disease Dementia.
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