I own a new house. It's part of row of houses in a new subdivision in Upper Hutt. It's little, sure, but it's all that most people dream of: warm, decent, a foundation for dignity and security. The day I moved in, that a bunch of us moved in - beat up furniture lifted off of trailers - felt wide-eyed, joyful, like the fulfilment of a promise.
Some people have a gift for technology, and I'm not one of them.
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This is for Malachi and children like him. I've changed some details so the people I talk about aren't identifiable. Be aware: the discussion of family violence isn't graphic but is still distressing.
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