War is not an independent phenomenon but the continuation of politics by different means.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave...
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She...
I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her...
My mother was a teacher.
I feel like a semi-single mum.
