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The Damage Only a Father Can Do

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I remember my father narrating stories to my mother it always ended in her loud bursts of laughter. I loved those moments, it was exciting. Often he planted kisses on her belly which felt like tickles to me.

He would sing she would dance, we were happy I grew knowing I was a product of their love. Some time during pregnancy everything changed. I couldn’t feel my father’s presence, the atmosphere I got…




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Dona Mwiria

Dona Mwiria

I have a Masters degree in Biochemistry. I write about science, sexuality and relationships. If you you enjoy research with a touch of humor… I’m your writer

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