Asante Haughton

Unseen. Unheard. Alone.

They never saw me. Maybe it was because I was too quiet. Or too young. The baby brother vying for the attention that he could never seem to win from those he loved, admired and looked up to. For that baby brother, since the time he was a baby, nothing seemed to be fair. It […]

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