In Memory of an Amazing Lady
January 17th 2007 When I was a very young child, I had an irrational fear of Mama (my grandmother and guardian) passing away. So much so, that I would creep into her bedroom early in the morning, to check whether she was still alive. This rather morbid behaviour resulted in Mama giving me some sound advice. She sat me down and asked me whether I would forfeit our good times together, so as to avoid the pain of u
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