By Stanley Collymore
My beloved mum, bless her, confidently and candidly outlined to me shortly after I'd initially become a teenager and, as such, it was reasonably assumed by her that I would be more capable of fathoming out as well as being better able to understand and accept the serious ramifications of what had unfortunately happened to her, and in the process of these occurring had resulted in her inadvertently becoming pregnant with me, her daughter, when she was just a teenager herself, in what was for her a life changing situation as great in its structure as any such state of affairs for a young, unmarried, distinctly sheltered and a white, upper Middle Class girl could possibly be!
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