Finally, I’ve started the sequel. YAH!! Hope to have it finished very early next year.
Originally posted on A Newbie's Journey into the Publishing World:
Until I got married and had my own family there was only ever my mother and me. I knew very little about my mother’s family or past because of her reluctance to talk about my father or her family in Jamaica. Consequently, growing up in Brighton, a seaside town on the south-east coast of England, I had a great sense of “not belonging” which for years caused me to feel insecure and become dysfunctional.
Although Mum couldn’t afford it she was adamant that I had a good education and so sent me to private Catholic convents and to pay for my education she worked as a cook in two restaurants.
I was not typical of the other girls in my school because I didn’t have their family status nor a proper home. My home was one small shabby, dreary room with basic furniture which had seen better days on…
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