Like Father Like Daughter
So, I realized that I write about my mama a lot. You see, I’m her only baby girl and we are more like best friends. Yes, that’s how we roll. She is the sister I never had. We gist, laugh, cook, sing and so on together. There are still a million and one untold stories...
Mama Tales
One minute I’m rolling on the floor screaming in pain. It’s that time of the month. Mum stands up, goes to the kitchen and crushes some ginger and garlic on the grinding stone. She extracts the juice and brings it to me. I push the foul smelling concoction away but...
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