Born underweight, and with a hole in her heart, my oldest sister seemed doomed from the start. By the time I was born, her condition
“I know what I want to give my Father.” Dee looked at me through her veil of blonde hair. Her face always bore such sweetness,
Most evenings I would return home from work at 10:30 exhausted by my day. Juggling school, homework, and a part-time job was taxing, particularly as
It was a Friday afternoon and I was picking up my three children from school. Within five minutes of climbing on board, the oldest had
I arrived home from school one day to find my mother sitting in a corner trembling, her face face blotched red and swollen from crying.
My father ‘borrowed’ his brother’s identification and enlisted in the war effort at the age of fifteen. He told me once that it was an