Mum’s not just a mum

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I don’t have a first memory of my mother. She’s always been there: picking me up, carrying me, holding my hand and teaching me about life. For the past few months, I’ve been collecting my mother’s stories. Now I’m learning about her life. You’d think that I’d already know a lot about my mother. Of course I do. She told … Read More