Waking to the sound of rain on the windows, I got dressed and headed outside.
Working as sheep shearers, my dad, David, 52, mum, Sally, 45, and my siblings, Olivia, 23, Brady, 17, and I were staying on a farm in Telopea Downs in rural Victoria, where we’d been for almost a fortnight.
Olivia’s baby Molly, one, was back home with our sister Maddison, 25, and her little girl Nyah, also one. Mum, our cook, was looking after Olivia’s eldest Winslow, two, while we sheared up to 900
