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Mother’s Day brought many thoughts to mind . . .
BY STEFANIA HARTLEY
I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da
PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe
OH, not again,” Mum said. “What’s up, Mum?” I watched her take a deep breath as she put her phone back down on the kitchen side. It was the beginning of the summer holiday after my first year at unive
SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t
I was waiting to meet a very special person, but losing one too
IT was the smell which first drew Amelia towards the souk. A heady mix of sweet jasmine and piquant spices, together with another scent she couldn’t identify, combined to form something that made her