Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 5 C214 Because I had mocha skin, the color of dark chocolate with a hint of coffee, and a head full of tightly coiled afro hair that framed my face like a dark halo, my dad always seemed subtly disappointed. He’d never said it outright, but I knew he’d envisioned a daughter with lighter,Continue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 4 I really deserved to die, a constant, gnawing thought that plagued me, but I couldn’t let them be happy. I couldn’t allow my father, a man usually so discerning, to be blinded by a woman who was constantly under the knife, each surgery a desperate attempt to recapture lost youth or perhaps, somethingContinue reading “Once upon a bad Christmas”