The soft crackle of the fire melted through my hands thawing out all the blue raw spots. It was winter here in Canberra, meaning it was absolutely freezing. It was late, and I was starting to worry about my little sister Zoey, as she was late home, and only 8. A knock at the door made me jump, scattering the tray of tea and cookies. I opened the door, to see Zoey shivering in her bare school clothes. She opened her arms and whispered to me, "Cathy, help me." I dragged her inside and sat her in front of the fire. Our little cottage was nothing big, but it was big enough for us all. It was made of sandy brick and a small brown roof, very unfashionable, but we still loved it. As each day passed we continued the same life, until Zoey came home one day, with a piece of paper that read, "To my dearest daughters, I hope you I safe. As far as I know, before your mother died, she said you had no other relatives, you may not believe this. But... I'm your father. Here is a photo of all us, when you were just a baby, Cathy. From your loving father."I froze in shock, before gasping with joy "Zoey we have relatives!" Neither of us knew what to do. This could be a new start or a new life for us...
