HIDDEN TREASURES 

By Tessa Harvey


    Jess looked disconsolately at her printed work. When she wrote, it felt as though she was a fire and could not get the words out fast enough. Now, though, she read insipid rubbish badly written....
    Really, she was meant to be studying. Her grandparents had invested so much in her, her mother and father victims of a drunk driver. She remembered the speeding vehicle at the intersection so clearly. Dad had accelerated to try to avoid the collision, but it was impossible.
    Apparently the woman driver had been meaning to brake, but her foot hammered the accelerator instead.
    Five year old Jess was unconscious for days. When she awoke, crying for mummy, then her daddy, only her relatives came.
    The little girl had become silent, crying out only in nightmares until "Pops" and "Mops" took her home to a warm, comfortable house, a bouncy boy who became her friend, a tiny lost kitten and many human hugs and cosey couches.

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