My Mother’s Death, the Unknown Identity of My Father: A Story of Bereavement
The wind blew with bravery when the nearly rotten jackfruit fell next to Brenda, who was digging in the banana plantation. She stood there, her heart in her gob, recalling a neighbor, an elderly man who had died the day before. The clouds were thick and mysterious. The moment had been frozen by lightning strikes and thunder. Her heart was racing!-->…
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