the sky was clear but my mother’s heart was full of clouds.
January starts off the wet season, February is its peak. Heavy downpours stretch up and down our island and the risk of devastating cyclones is high. Dirt tracks become thick mud, making driving and walking difficult and long, sometimes near impossible. And it was even the way I chose to enter the world, through a long and difficult labour, the umbilical cord around my forehead and neck.
They told me that’s how I started killing my mother.
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