At the end of the day, Lord, I pray I have a life that’s good. I am half Mauritian by background, and I have always been so proud of that. People always asked “what are you mixed with?” and came up with suggestions like Spanish or Italian based on my look and name I suppose.Continue reading “A Life that’s good”
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I Look to You
For a second you were here. For a second that beautiful smell of that perfume wasn’t the brunette sitting opposite me in a beanie hat, it was you, next to me, dressed up on our way into London for a night out. God that smell, I miss it so much. I close my eyes andContinue reading “I Look to You”
