My Father sits on his rocking chair staring in the distance as tears well up in his eyes.
I have never seen him this way.
Something must be wrong.
I march into the house only to be greeted by an air of mourning. My mother and sister are wailing uncontrollably as our neighbors console them.
"Take heart Mama James." One of them said pitifully.
Take heart? What happened?

"You happened."
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I stood at the bus stop waiting for a bus heading to Victoria Island as a tall, dark skinned man came to stand close to...