Tara missed her father greatly and she wished he had taken her with him as anywhere would be a happier place than where she was now. All that Tara and her mother had left were a house frozen in time

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Tara

Tara lay in bed looking up at the stars wishing she could go out to play in the darkness.  In the next room she could hear her mothers long awaited snoring before she dared sit up in bed.  Tara’s bedroom was cold, dark and lonely and not to her liking.  She didn’t feel it belonged to her and the décor and surroundings were not of her choosing but her mothers.  Tara’s mother fell asleep easily these evenings since she started drinking more wine to fill in the void of Tara’s father leaving.  Tara missed her father greatly and she wished he had taken her with him as anywhere would be a happier place than where she was now.  All that Tara and her mother had left were a house frozen in time and filled with memories.  Even Tara’s clothes were unsuitable large and too grown up for a thin nine year old.  These clothes and shoes had been handed down and they were no longer in fashion but were the centre of ridicule and caused embarrassment for Tara’s at school.

The darkness of the room did not scare Tara as much as the thought of her mother awakening to find her bed empty.  Slowly moving her feet onto the floor Tara felt the cold lino until she reached her slippers.  She put them on and arose to her feet slowly pulling a blanket around her shoulders.  She could see light from a crack in the door and it reassured her that the hallway would be lit up as her mother often left lights on when she went to bed.  Making her way down the stairs Tara could hear someone call her name.  She stopped and looked up at her mother’s bedroom.  But the voice was not coming from there it was coming from outside the house.  Opening the door a rush of cold air passed Tara as she shuddered under her blanket.  The cold darkness outside was nothing compared with the loneliness Tara felt at home or at school, so she pulled the door shut and wrapped the blanket tightly around her tiny frame and walked into the garden.

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She heard the voice again calling her name and she walked towards it instinctively.  The voice was coming from the old tree house her father had built when she was little.  She threw down her blanket and climbed up the wooden ladder as the voice got louder.   Tara looked in the doorway to see who it belonged to, but it was dark and she couldn’t make anyone out.  “Hello”, Tara said as she crouched down to enter the tree house.  “Tara I’m over here”, the voice replied.  Inside the tree house Tara felt around for some matches to ...

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