It's rubbish. It's carvings or candles. It's telling a story about life. It's a school house in the country and the candles are writing their story. There are two little girls, their mother and a little boy. They get this man to have a look. I think it's winter as there are no leaves on the trees. The lady is like Bianca's mother. Her name is Angel and she is pregnant. There might be a couple of crackers there and I think they are going to smoke cigarettes. They are discussing a fairy story about fairies, the fairies are in the candles. Bianca thinks they shouldn't smoke. They are hiding from someone in the house. The mother said "can you take me with you?" and the man said "I can't". It's all a bit stupid, all the candles are on top. There's a bucket underneath. It's madness, ridiculous. The three children are looking up. Maureen thinks they'll turn on the candles. It's a bit late in the afternoon. It's sprinkling and the lady and children are on their way home. The kids are a bit scared, one is terrified. It is dinner time and the class have just come from school. The little boy is saying I've got to have some of the candles. The children are happy to be going home.
This story was created by Peggy, Val, Maureen, Kevin, Monica, Bianca, Angelina and Norma at Carinya Dementia Unit on 12 November 2015.