Author: alimercer

I’d always thought they kept quiet about her because they were sad. But what if it was because they were guilty?I watch them at the school gates, all the mothers with their daughters. I see the hugs and all those thoughtful little adjustments to scarves and ponytails. How their love seems to overflow, they have so much of it to give.And then I walk home to my aunt’s cold house, where there are a … a hundred rules for me to follow and only a single photograph of my mother to look at.She is never spoken about in this house.…