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I was there yet without warning everything was displaced around me. Perhaps the ambience, the season, the familiar act... Somehow I was transporte..

My mother found inner strength late in life. Back then, ever at the mercy of my father, living in constant fear of his hostility. His bouts of rag..

At seventeen I too dared to pursue a passion. My art deemed impressive in High School, hanging in corridors - some better pieces taken home by the..

My father failed me again a second time, when I was ten. The first house our family rented after many months sharing with other migrant families. ..

The fateful day came when my father shoved my mother, and she fell on the back steps, fracturing two vertebrae in her back. I didn't witness this ..

William always returned, filling the vacuum whenever I discarded a new diversion. A given he would emerge, monopolise my thoughts and punch the ke..

When the blue-eyed Prince arrived, whisking me off my not-so grounded feet, I perversely hoped. I counted on him being the one to topple William. ..

William the only one enabling me to draw full breath, his presence even though brief and even if sometimes only on paper, providing the much neede..

I married the first time at twenty four, presumably to escape, only in the process, I discovered in my husband a younger version of my father. So ..

Back when the boys were little, the struggle to provide for them within the cliché of a single mum? Their father too bloody sick to contribut..