The year is 2022. The month is October. The second of October. I have just made 500,000 British pounds at an auction over 3 weeks ago. I've noticed certain changes in the day's patterns. The sun sets faster, and the mornings are darker, which gives me an excuse to walk around the house more. The curtains don't do much.
My name is Madonna Al-Amin. You might be confused about it, and trust me, I am too sometimes. My full name is Madonna Deschamps Al-Amin. I rejected my mother's surname in the 1990s. I don't stay in contact with my family anymore. Most of them are dead or low profile. When I think about families, I think about mine. My husbands. My mother. The reasons why I left and the reasons why I stayed.
But to whoever's reading this, I feel like you want to know, so I feel like I should start from the beginning. Not Britain. Not America. Home. Even if it never felt like it.
Sorry, should I start now? I feel like I should start now.
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