At primary school I was befriended and somewhat protected by a tall white, popular girl called Joanna. She included me in the dance routines and the wall ball games. She taught me how to cartwheel. She even offered to adopt me as her sister. We were both convinced that all we had to do was to get my mum to sign some paper work. We were sure that the people in the Post Office can help us. I did feel that this was a charitable gesture towards me. Honestly, I didn’t care. She told me they were allowed to have fish fingers, chips, and beans twice a week. We had Indian food every fucking day apart from Friday and Sunday. On a Friday we have fish and chips for dinner. Sometimes they swapped them for the mini pizzas from Bejam. Those pizzas came in a pack of 10 for a pound. On a Sunday, we had Indian food twice. It was Gurdwara day. We would arrive early in the morning and spend all day there until about 4pm. We would take our homework, games and books. We would have lunch there and be forced to have an early dinner. My mum didn’t want to cook again when we got home! If by the time we got home we were hungry again, my mum used to smash up the kitchen.
At primary school I was befriended and somewhat protected by a tall white, popular girl called Joanna. She included me in the dance routines and the wall ball games. She taught me how to cartwheel. She even offered to adopt me as her sister. We were both convinced that all we had to do was to get my mum to sign some paper work. We were sure that the people in the Post Office can help us. I did feel that this was a charitable gesture towards me. Honestly, I didn’t care. She told me they were allowed to have fish fingers, chips, and beans twice a week. We had Indian food every fucking day apart from Friday and Sunday. On a Friday we have fish and chips for dinner. Sometimes they swapped them for the mini pizzas from Bejam. Those pizzas came in a pack of 10 for a pound. On a Sunday, we had Indian food twice. It was Gurdwara day. We would arrive early in the morning and spend all day there until about 4pm. We would take our homework, games and books. We would have lunch there and be forced to have an early dinner. My mum didn’t want to cook again when we got home! If by the time we got home we were hungry again, my mum used to smash up the kitchen.
I didn’t dare tell my mum about being adopted by a gora girl’s family. because i wanted to eat fish fingers twice a week. I was hoping that when it did happen she wouldn’t notice or fuss too much. I mean i was one of 5 children.
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