Family and Child Consultants

  There are moments when the world should fall silent. Not because there is nothing to say, but because what has happened is so devastating, so deeply wrong, that the usual noise of politics, blame, opinions, and outrage feels almost obscene. The death of five-year-old Kumanjayi Little Baby is one of those moments. A little girl. Five years old. At five, a child should be learning, laughing, playing, asking questions, making mess, being cheeky, being cuddled, being loved. At five, the world should still feel safe. Instead, a family is grieving something no family should ever have to survive. A community is hurting. And a little girl who deserved a whole lifetime has become a headline. As a grandmother, I cannot sit with that lightly. I cannot read her name and move on. Because every child is somebody’s baby. Somebody held her. Somebody loved her. Somebody imagined her growing up. There should have been birthdays. There should have been school photos. There should have been scraped ...