The Attic Child

by Lola Jaye

My father had taught us all there was to know about these trees and yet it felt that they had turned against him by simply staying the same, never bending to the grief that had infected us all.

I found it difficult to decipher the expressions of the British, as they always appeared to have their noses elevated and their upper bodies rigid.

“In my work, it’s always been clear to me that history is on the side of the powerful and not the weak.”

“What it gave to me in return . . . something to focus on which wasn’t anger or . . . regret and what I couldn’t change.