This morning on my walk with the dogs I passed my elderly neighbour, Miss Theresa. Her real name is Anne. That’s the thing in the Caribbean; everyone has a given name and a name everyone calls them. Miss Theresa was dressed in a bright green, orange, and white dress.
I’ve slowly been drawn into the World Cup. Which is amazing because I know nothing about football/soccer, and have never been one to watch sports. I was a competitive swimmer and I hardly even watch that. But the TV has been on and it’s been playing in
“We’re not friends. We don’t even like each other. Let’s be honest.” That was one of the text messages that arrived and began a new reality. And if I’m honest, my brother is right. We are not friends. We never have been. I left home when
It’s Father’s Day – or technically it was. It has been over for a few hours now. I am awake. Almost at the same time I was last night. I cried then too, thinking about you. Or rather, your absence. I didn’t know what the day would bring.
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