Something Stupid As a boy, I believed in good. A mother’s love was unconditional. Fatherhood was an undying pledge. Brother and sisters were ultimate protectors. Schoolmates were a gift. Life was a promise of success. I did good things. I made friends with a black girl and a Down’s boy. I worked hard in schoolContinue reading “Chapter 1”
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