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Willie’s Journey Back Home

Willie feels miserable and alone living at a Catholic school far from his home in Broome, Western Australia. He misses his life there, including fishing with his friend Rosie. After getting in trouble for sneaking into the kitchen at night, Willie runs away from the school. Lost on the streets of Perth, he considers his options and realizes he must return home to his loved ones. Willie then meets an Aboriginal man named Uncle Tadpole who tricks a couple into giving them a ride back to their homelands. Relieved to be returning to his ordinary life back in Broome, Willie feels grateful to Uncle Tadpole for helping him find his way home.

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Willie’s Journey Back Home

Willie feels miserable and alone living at a Catholic school far from his home in Broome, Western Australia. He misses his life there, including fishing with his friend Rosie. After getting in trouble for sneaking into the kitchen at night, Willie runs away from the school. Lost on the streets of Perth, he considers his options and realizes he must return home to his loved ones. Willie then meets an Aboriginal man named Uncle Tadpole who tricks a couple into giving them a ride back to their homelands. Relieved to be returning to his ordinary life back in Broome, Willie feels grateful to Uncle Tadpole for helping him find his way home.

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Willie’s diary entry

Dear diary, here I am, all the way from Broome to Perth to attend a catholic school to
be become I don’t want to. I hate this place, it feels like I am in a jail, I feel so alone. I
just don’t feel like I belong in this place, I love my hometown, I miss my days back in
Broome, going fishing, hanging out with my friend Rosie. I feel home prick, I just can’t
focus on what I’m doing. Every time I get lost in my own thoughts, thinking about the
adventurous life i and how amazing it would’ve been if I was there. The only way I
can be happy is when I run away from here and go back to my homelands.

Here I am again, to write about how miserable I feel living in this place. I had to leave
my heaven like place to come and live in this hell. I shouldn’t really say this but it’s
just how I feel. Am I going in the right path? Should I really be thinking about running
away from this place. How should I get along this? On the one hand, I’ve got mom,
who “works like a dog” so she can give me bright future towards priesthood. On the
other hand I have my beautiful hometown and my girl Rosie. I just can’t imagine
living here in a completely strange place and very different people. I grew and in an
aboriginal family, got taught about the aboriginal way of life. How am I meant to
forget where I belong and start from the beginning. I am alone in this unfamiliar
place.

Here I’m, on a day where I run away from the school. Last night me and other boys
sneak into the kitchen during the night for a midnight snack. Little did we know that
we would get caught by father Benedictus and get punished. I confessed to him that I
was a thief and before he could punish me I ran away. Alone in the streets Perth, I’m
writing this diary. I’m here but I don’t know where to go from here. I can’t go back
home my mom will be disappointed and heart broken. But what other options do I
have. I can’t be lying here on this street, how long would I survive like this. The only
option I see is going back home and being around with my loved ones.

This is the day when I’m in a van, very enthusiastically on a journey back to my
homelands. All this happened when I met uncle tadpole, who is just an ordinary
homeless man who sits around streets drinking with his mates. I can’t express my
feeling on how grateful I feel to have came across and man like him. His cheeky
aboriginal mind played a trick on a couples which forced them to take us back to our
homes. And here we are now, all singing along thrilled to be going back to our
ordinary yet bold way of aboriginal life. Dear diary this was my journey that took me
back to my life.

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