Partition weaves through my mother’s family. It’s part of their fabric.
He said it in such a comical way, a grin on his face, that it was actually endearing. But it was not.
We have talked about going away again. Two sisters with faces a little more lined, hair a little whiter.
It’s a heartbreaking story, and whenever I see photographs of my father as a young boy, I notice how he doesn’t smile.
Being an independent and successful woman isn’t about maximising one’s financial wealth.
For the moment, put aside the idea of love. The key question is, do you even like one another?
But when I reflect on that period, I cherish the importance of being different and embracing my differences.