DaD.

I always imagined what my father had been like, the things he liked and didn’t like. Whether he was cool or not, was he light-skinned like me or dark as mum?  I daydreamed about what it would have felt like to have him in my life and often wondered what my friends who had their dads […]

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It Was My Father.

I was ten when it happened. I hadn’t been asleep for long when the noise and clattering began. It crawled into my subconsciousness, lingered distantly until it finally tugged me out of sleep, and I laid there, half-asleep in my yellow pajamas, besides my sister, who had marked her fifth year in the world just […]

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