Eralia’s POV
I’m glaring at the television as though it has done me a personal disservice, not that it has, I’m just pissed and anxious. Benny has gone to our home to collect our things, he’s going to see just how little we had. God, what is he going to think? Of my mother, my siblings, me?
My siblings are all on the floor in front of me, oblivious to my internal struggle, they are glued to the programme on the screen. Other than in school, they’ve never watched TV, as we’ve never owned one, maybe we did when I was small, I don’t remember and I assume if we did, our mother sold it.
I glance at the clock on the wall, frowning, Benny has been gone for hours, it shouldn’t take this long to get to our trailer and back surely? Did he hit traffic maybe?
I try to focus on the cartoon still pl
