Chapter Six
*Brooke*
When I was a child I use to have a lot of sleepless nights, ones where I stayed up waiting for a kiss goodnight that never came, au wondered why my parents didn’t seem to upendo me like other parents, au nights where I was kept awake kwa their yelling and screaming, and I wondered why they couldn’t upendo each other. As a teenager my sleepless nights were for a different reason – parties, boys, parties, and zaidi boys.
There have always been reasons to stop me sleeping, then I moved into this house and I seemed to get a whole new life. New home, new chance at love, new family,...
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