A little bit about my mother.

On 2 December, my mother, the same mother that told me not to panic when we lost heating in January, scorched her fingers while helping me create incredibly fussy party invitations for a four-year-old, painted my risers on a random Friday, and travelled over the big, blue ocean just because…

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If I can't get horse tranquilisers....

That's my mother's foot with the frozen carrots. See, in our family if cancer won't kill us, we'll just try throwing ourselves down a staircase. Tonight, when my mother decided to go upstairs to say goodnight to Mister Man, she turned on the second to last stair to go get…

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