33 Postcards Page #5

M.I.N. number 256904.

Hey, visitor?

Christmas, is it?

You're up.

You coming?

Hey!

- Oh. Um... screw bring gift?

- Yeah. Yep. Thanks.

Panda bring you good luck.

And the CD is our choir,

but about five year old already. Uh...

I didn't think I'd...

see you here again.

I stay here.

- Where?

- Here... Australia.

- What for?

- You are alone. Me too.

- Now we no more alone.

- Yeah...

but... w-w-where

you gonna live?

- Who's gonna look after you?

- You look after me already... many years.

- Now I can look you.

- No, no. I mean...

- How are you gonna cope?

- You no want me stay?

- You don't know anybody.

- I know uncle Gary and his friend.

Uncle Gary doesn't have

any friends, okay?

All right? He...

He has alibis.

Do you know what that means?

That means you'll end up like

me, in a place like this.

Why are you in place like this?

You never said anything to me

about y-y-your parents in any of

your letters and what

happened to them.

- What... what happened to them?

- Don't know. Don't care.

- They don't want me. I don't want them.

Okay? - Would you shut up?!

Dad, I want to go!

All right.

I've always liked the name

"Mei Mei."

It's... it's good.

It's... it's a cute little name.

"Mei Mei" mean "Little sister."

Not even real name, you know.

I big now. I can find a

stronger name myself.

"Mimi." That's right.

"Mimi" is a bigger name.

I no more crying "Little Sister,"

like that one!

- Hey, I told you... shut up!

- No!

- Hey, leave her alone, will you?

- Both of you, sit down! - Or what, bigmouth?

You two... outside, or the

visit's over. Hey! Hands off!

She's just trying to help, okay?

- You don't like outside?

- Uh...

Children cry.

No one listens.

That father no good.

He no listen her cry.

Yeah.

Look.

Like your picture card.

Can I come tomorrow?

For the buses, okay?

A- and tell them my M.I.N. number,

which is 256.. - ... 904.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why... why you

always go first?

Aah!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Well, they've already

left for Canberra,

but they said they'll be back on

sunday for the Sydney concert, so...

Do you Miss them?

Your friends? Yeah?

Well, it can't be all that bad.

I mean, you like our beaches, right?

Yes.

I've never been

to beach before.

How old are you, Mimi?

I old enough.

You know, you shouldn't be so

trusting of everyone.

You shouldn't even trust me.

Who's coming in the water?

But definitely don't

trust these idiots.

- You're going in the water!

- No! Aah!

- Put her down, Dave!

- No! Carl!

- Hey! Put her down!

- Let me down!

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go!

Whoo-hoo!

All right. Come on. Open the door, babe.

Open the door. I got to pee.

- Yeah, this is it.

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