“Katrina! Katrina!” Dorothy’s shrill voice rang out from the bottom of the flats and I sat on my couch wondering whether she was calling out to me. Surely not. She wouldn’t call to me from down there. She must be calling out something to someone else. The next time I bumped into her, whichContinueContinue reading “Lesson Two: Kindness – Of Neighbours”
Kat Buttigieg 