Review of Still We Sing: Voices on Violence Against Women-554248
I open the book on a random page and a mother calls me daughter. She calls me to sit with her and tells me on a day like this her mother called her too. They sat in the bed and she expected to be shown some jewel-studded heirloom. But my nani had nothing but scars to show, two marks to carry
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