After the brochure was designed and printed, Lawrence just wouldn’t stop calling. I told him, “Look, we’re done, nothing left to talk about.” But he came right back with, “I want to be your friend.” I laughed and said, “Aren’t we already?” Still, he kept popping up — calling, checking in, even showing up at my house, where I lived with my dad. Persistent, that one. At the time, he lived in Korle Bu with his mum, who was then DDNS at Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital. “Sometimes, the journey to who we are is found in the hustle, the heartbreak, the near misses, and the miracles.” C H A P T E R 3 becomi 16 The Birthday Journal
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