I The yellow light from the low-hanging bulb shines on the right side of his round face, making it seem…
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At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap in the center, walks out…
I Other people die and stay dead. Others leave and never come back. But not Farah, my younger brother, who…
I want to tell him that my mother, she is happy. Or tries to be.
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way of telling me, “This wasn’t…