Grief swoops in, often uninvited

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‘Why did I hurt?’ A writer on grieving the father she never really knew

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When I was 10 or 11 , on the cusp of teenage upheaval, my parents separated.

He had left Lagos and we wouldn’t see each other again until I was in boarding school.

He asked how I was, and my response was a worded lie: “Fine” I had questions where had he been? Would he ever come home? We had only a few minutes and I told myself I’d ask him those questions next time.

Abi Daré's new novel, And So I Roar, explores the theme of forgiving a parent I never truly had.

In the middle of December last year , amid edits, my husband asked for my phone, a request so odd it caught me off guard.

Moments later, it rang Mum , who had been both mother and father all these years.

She was grieving two things: the father I briefly had and the one I wished he could have been.

For weeks , I wept in unexpected places in Sainsbury 's as I examined a box of cherries.

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