
Mamaba
‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears. Continue reading Mamaba
‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears. Continue reading Mamaba
Hi there! This is where we left off, in the dimly-lit living room of the Tachie-Mensons. The story continues… ‘W-what did you just say? You have got to be the most selfish person on this planet right now! We have 3 children and you are just going to walk away because it is too difficult to balance being Mummy with taking care of all your beloved … Continue reading The Help II
Frank sat in the dark, lost in thought. He absentmindedly ran his fingers along the rim of the glass of cranberry juice he was holding in his right hand. Cranberry juice was his new favourite thing, in Vanessa’s opinion. She and her brothers had already gone to bed, and he was grateful for that. He didn’t want them to hear his conversation with their mother. … Continue reading The Help