When I wake up in the morning, I see someone next to me – my little sister. I see the roof and I see my family.
Outside I see the sea and the houses of my community of Red Hill. It is raining and it is very cold. I see the cars on the road that goes past and the trees.
But the important thing is community. I see people.
In my mind-photographs of my place I see trees and rocks and flowers – but I also see some poor people’s houses and their fires.
