I’m writing a book. A book for the boy child.It’s not just for him — it’s for the parent raising him too. The caregiver. The mother. The father. The mentor. The auntie who sees the gaps. The teacher who cares. It’s for every adult…
One of the most grounding lessons I carry is from a woman who is truly after my own heart — my mother. Growing up, greetings in our household were not just routine. They were intentional. You didn’t just say, “Mamukasei.” She would pause, look…