We sit around the old oak table in Aunty T’s dimly lit kitchen as I spill out all my feelings to her, as I cry, explain how I feel, she look on with a softness and caring in her eyes, not once a look of judgement or criticism crosses her...
We sit around the old oak table in Aunty T’s dimly lit kitchen as I spill out all my feelings to her, as I cry, explain how I feel, she look on with a softness and caring in her eyes, not once a look of judgement or criticism crosses her...