It’s been nearly a month since my mam passed, and instead of cleaning the fridge or alphabetising the herbs, I found myself dusting off a twenty-year-old Italian course with cheerful categories like Camping, Body, Clothes, and Car. Actual sentence: “The fat girl’s radiator is broken.” Grief does funny things. Apparently, mine wants me to master grammar and finally feel at home in the country I live in.
Published on July 02, 2025 03:06