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A place called home

‘Look. Do you see?’ Dad reaches out the car window and points, over the road to where a pair of goats are grazing around the roots of several gnarled trees. A white house is just visible through the leaves. ‘IRead more…

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The wave goodbye

I enter through a stain-glassed door where I immediately notice a host of familiar faces, my father, my aunt, and other relatives who I have not spoken to in years. I scan the crowd for a welcoming smile and findRead more…

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The red pen

A sharp, grinding pain swept across my lower abdomen in spasms. I winced and leaned over the desk, burying my face in the crook of my elbow and clutching my stomach with my left hand. I wished the teacher wouldRead more…