“Daddy, every time you leave for work, mummy usually brings one black man out of the wardrobe and sits on your chair till you return.”
“Daddy, every time you leave for work, mummy usually brings one black man out of the wardrobe and sits on your chair till you return.” That was what my little brother said this morning — in front of everyone. For a moment, the spoon in Daddy’s hand didn’t move.
It was one of those bright Saturday mornings when the generator was humming in the background, and the smell of fried egg filled the dining area. To read more Click here.
