She never liked much sunlight, she never loved being seen, she made it her mission to be unknown.
Matilda always had a little doll with her, she always had her hair in a pony tail, her laughter's always had a sort of echo about them, but who would question that at the time.
Mother disappeared one-day, the same day her and I had a little fight, I mean every 12 year old has those little misunderstandings with their moms sometimes, but still she was nowhere to be found. As guilt ridden as...