My Father Once Tossed Me Across the Coffee Table Like a Magazine

Stories from my grandmother

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I think of a blanket, warm and cosy, to tuck around me, to cover my eyes when I am scared, to go to sleep peacefully- that was my Grandma. A blanket. She was initially my mother, for many years, before gradually becoming my Grandmother. I grew up learning from her- kindness and hospitality. And when I was…