AnLile

The morning I collected him from his brothers, sisters and mother, she knew that I was coming for him. She sat on the windowsill looking the other way, unperturbed, letting him go without flinching but turned and looked straight into my eyes when I whispered ‘thank you little mother, you can trust me.’ He was to be my charge, we would be companions and together we would unfold. / On our first nig…