I stand at my kitchen island, an array of things spread in front of me. I work my way methodically.
I trudge wearily upstairs, a measuring cup with 2 tsp medicine in it. Pattu looks at me, her cheeks red
“Can we set it up now? Please? Pretty please?” Pattu has been at it since early this week. The ‘it’
I was born on Christmas day. Memories of my birthday have always been associated with plum cakes and the season