When I'm writing, I am so excited to share this news. I'd got used to the fact that I was always going to be the younger, and disappointing, son of my father. That was my identity.
As soon as Freya came into my life, it all changed. I started being seen for who I am. She wasn't of either tribe, and she hadn't got the headstrong nature of the owls, or the prejudice of the crows, so she was a great person to be around.
I don't know if I'll ever get to see Freya again. I hope I do, but she has already given me more of a sense of worth than I've had since my mother was alive.