I flipped over the postcard. ‘Dear Mum’, I wrote. And as my pen traced those two words my mind spiralled back to the seventies. Aged seven, I was at boarding school writing to my expat parents. ‘Dear Mum and Dad, I hope you are well, I am fine.’ Every … Continue reading Postcard Home
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