By: Leon Kwasi Kuntuo-Asare At the age of maybe eight or nine years old, I learned that loving someone didnโ€™t mean that you would not betray them. I remember the incident like it happened yesterday, even though it happened decades ago. I woke up sick one morning before school, vomiting the meatloaf my mom cooked [โ€ฆ]

REMEMBERING THE RUDE AWAKENING (SHORT-STORY)

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