Love you,’ I said as my dad, Steve, then 52, dropped me off at the historic site of Port Arthur, Tas – a former convict penal settlement.
Dressed in a bonnet and apron, I started work at 10am just as the site was bustling with visitors.
Aged 17, I lived down the road with Dad and my mum Jenny.
I’d started working at Port Arthur three months before. Originally meant to be a waitress in the Broad Arrow Café on the site, I was posted to the Frances Langford Tea Rooms instead.
That lunchtime, April 28, 1996, I