Amara

It was finally the time for the election results to be announced. The election ended an hour before.

Everyone was tense, our little family gathered in the dim lit study that was crowded with campaign materials and posters.

We’d done interviews, appeared in shows as a family. This time we weren’t reciting the words that my mother’s publicist had written down for us.

Everything that was said, all the laughter that was shared, came from a place of warmth deep in our hearts. ...