Tag: Ritamae Hyde
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Keep a mother’s love!
He cannot find his tape. We awakened to tears. He wants to fix something. A book in pieces, he says, between tears. But he cannot find his tape. So he cries. He starts his morning some days like this, crying. Today it’s for a tape. Other days a piece of crayon or a book, even…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 