Saturdays with my Father

I Unlike most boys my age, Saturday was not a day for adventure, games or television. As I set out from school on Friday afternoon, I did not look forward to a few days without reading. There was no time for kati, rounder or cha baba na cha mama. Saturdays were the days I spent unraveling the mystery that was my father. II I never knew much about my old man. In the dead of night, as I prepared to fight monsters and demons in my sleep, I would hear…

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