Silence about my race kept my family apart. Could a rescue dog bring us together?
This is a really lovely, delicate piece on identity and family history. It no doubt seems strange that Georgina’s blackness was ignored or explained away, but when I think of some of the absurd open family secrets I’ve encountered over the years…
Anyway, here’s our greyhound (like Georgina’s, she also black; I hadn’t realised these are the hardest to home.)
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