Written by Miracle Okah Reader discretion is advised. This piece contains references to sexual violence and trauma. You are seated among the rest of the family at your father’s funeral. When your mother called you for the first time in sixteen years to tell you he was dead, you said nothing. You didn’t even know she had your phone number. She sobbed quietly over the phone, as if she didn’t want to offend you. Then she asked, “Will you come?” …
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