Night calls

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When the holidays started in September, I went to my father's house to be with him during the holiday.
But my father was very distant with me. As we were on our way to the house I could see the complex, the house, and the sanctuary were very neglected.
The pond was very dirty and there were not as many animals as before.
My room was very dark and smelled musty. I checked the cabinets and in one of them I found a photo of my mother. My mother died in a car accident shortly before my eighth birthday.
I walked up and down the corner beyond my parents' old bedroom. I stopped, stared at the large fenced-in area under the blue gum tree. It was where my father kept the red-crested night heron, one of the last of his species.
The year park officials brought the bird to the Modder River was a difficult one. My father was about to resign as director of the small sanctuary when park officials phoned about the bird. They wanted the heron to stay in the Modder River for the slightest chance they could find a mate. My father stayed on at Modder River, and arrangements were made for me to go to boarding school.

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