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 in my ear until it finally tugged me to consciousness and I laid there, half-asleep in my yellow pajamas, besides my sister who had marked her fifth year in the...
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I always imagined what my father had been like, the things he liked, the things he didn’t like. If he was cool, or not. Was he light-skinned like me or dark as mum? I would wonder. 0...
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