Life & Reflections

Cycling with My Father

I first started cycling with my father not so much because I enjoyed it, but because, for the first time, it was something just the two of us did together.

On weekend mornings as my sister and I lay fast asleep, the sky still a sleepy grey, I’d hear our bedroom door creaking open and my father whispering in his gravelly voice, “Anybody want to cycle?” Continue reading

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Life & Reflections

All the Mothers

This is for all the mothers who love their children more than they will ever know.

For the mothers who sacrifice their independence, dreams and futures for that of their children’s. The mothers who want to utter the words ‘I love you, child’, but which instead comes out as: ‘Have you eaten yet?’ Continue reading

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