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BY LAURA BRADING
My biological mother passed away from cancer when I was four. Fifteen years later, I discovered my birth-mother’s diary in a box of her old things. It was written in 1995, the year I was born. With wide and curly handwriting my mother spoke to me from beyond the grave. She would address me in true Western Sydney fashion as ‘Little Bib’, which was short for ‘Little Habib’. I realised that my birth-mother, Mafile’o Theresa Helen Dunn, was a writer from the hood who never got to share her story. When I’m lost or need comfort; I return to my mum’s words.
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