My first memory is of my father yelling and abusing my sister, then kicking her out of home (she was 16). At the time I was playing with a toy train and loved hearing the sound it made when it rolled along, however i knew something wasn't right and was trying to play with the train as quietly as possible as to not draw attention to me.

For the next couple of nights I cried myself to sleep, remembering my mum trying to comfort me that my sister had just gone on holidays, when really I knew that she wouldn't be coming back....It was emotional as my mum worked many jobs to give us a home, so my sister was like a fill in mum.