I sat at my desk, squirming.
4:39 pm on the computer’s clock.
The call-centre buzzed with life, everyone was chattering madly, answering questions and addressing callers’ anger.
Tepid, conditioned air lay heavy on me, stinging my nose and closing my throat.
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In March 2006, my parents sat us down for a very serious family meeting. A string of soft, hesitant, regretful words: Dad wouldn’t be coming home for weekends any more. He was moving away permanently. I was disillusioned and angry and fifteen years old. My outlook changed: I became critical of my friends and myself … read more →