The sister receives a fake opportunity to kill and struggle for her family. With it she can bring home the bread as well as yesterday's mutton.
No money to make money, honey, so we're stuck in the proverbial blissful abyss of empty bellies and overdrafts for days.
Why should I join the fishing boat to inner London's inner turmoil for a shiny Queen Elizabeth penny, gold in pocket but the pocket is full of holes.
Mama, sew me and my back pocket together again.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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