REMEMBERING THE RUDE AWAKENING (SHORT-STORY)
By: Leon Kwasi Kuntuo-Asare At the age of maybe eight or nine years old, I learned that loving someone didnβt 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 [β¦]
REMEMBERING THE RUDE AWAKENING (SHORT-STORY)
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