My Junk Man
At first, I was worried he’d become a hoarder. The mountain of junk in the garage kept growing.
Then I decided he was being wonderfully creative, building all kinds of contraptions out of the stuff he had collected.
I marvelled at how inventive he was. He was so happy when he showed me that amazing car, although it didn’t actually run the way he claimed.
When I discovered our neighbours’ belongings together with mine hidden among his inventions, I knew I had to do something.
The day they took him away was the worst day of my life.