I was excited, but frightened. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to be taken. Behind...them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla. Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn’t remember baking them, but I did bake them from time to time. Running water. The shower. Humming? The last few were not unusual, were I the one in the shower. The blanket hit the floor with a ‘Thufffft’. I. I fought for a dignified position on the bed, never taking my eyes off of his."You can glare at me all you like, but you better do as I tell you," he commanded.My rage returns in full force. "You arrogant! Hateful! You actually think! What gives you the right to," but my voice trails off, not knowing how to finish."What gives me the right is that you are my charge for the night, and somebody's got to control you." His slightly amused tone grates on my nerves and I lock my jaw. Chin set. My father had died to what appeared to be alcohol abuse. In the aftermath of his death I was given, of course, nothing in his saved fortune. I later found out that everything my father once owned and amassed now belonged and was signed off to smart-ass 16-year-old Jay Roberto in accordance to The Will. The boy that tormented my father for four years behind my back and fucked my mother in front of him without my knowledge gets everything! I dont get a penny! 16-year-old Jay owned the house I. 2.CULTURAL VALUES AND RESPONSIBILITIES2.1 Customary Law(a)We acknowledge, value, honour and respect our Noongar customary law and culture.Our customary law designates us as the custodians of our country, which means we have responsibilities to our country which we need to meet.Our customary law endows/bestows us with values of respect and reverence for the land and all that is in it.2.2 Right People for Country(a) While the lands of our families overlap and while there are no exclusive domains.