An Ode to My Parents
Last weekend I found myself sat on the foyer of a hotel at 4.30am, pizza slice in hand, in a conversation with a friend about my parents. I was adopted when I was a month old, and I’ve known for so long that I forget that not everyone knows. It’s not part of everyone’s life. So we chatted. I explained... Read the rest of this post...
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