Before the wrinkles set in place
BEFORE THE WRINKLES SET IN PLACE Written & Published by Lydia Rees Talofa hunnies. Ya girl was feeling inspired randomly in the shopping centre. So with as many typos as one can possible leave in, sit back, grab a bevvy, relax and have a read ———————————————————————- My parents were just two middle class workers who made the brave move from Samoa to Australia in hopes for a better life for us kids. I was privileged enough to have both parents, alive and active in my life, so I know not everyone can relate. We were far from rich but also far from poor, perfectly centred at middle class. They made sure we had just enough to get by, food or none, money or none, when the sun rose and set again in the evening, we still had each other. Age 9, when my family took a trip to the beach as we often did, we reached a section of the rocks where you had to walk through a lower path of rushing water to get to the other rock. It’s harder to explain in words without a visual so bare with me. Me an