Lollies from Mum
I always wait for Mum, the end of the day. Mum, she come from the kitchen down that road by the big tree. She worked and worked. Night time then, I wait at the tree. One time, she come and give-im me lollie from the smoke house. Next time I was sneaky one then. I went up to that smoke house and crawled in, up, straight up. I didn't see lollies. I reached up, quick one. But then I fell straight down, then, on a sharp rock. Here on my knee. I still got that one. I still got that pain.
K. Fitz Nappanangka