My grandparents had different kids under their care, so I grew up with other brothers and sisters that don’t even share a drop of DNA with me. I can’t say we were adopted or fostered. I just know that he’s my brother and she’s my sister.
While Christine used to walk me to school almost every morning and Denis used to protect me from the bullies at school that liked to pull my over grown afro hair plaited into one tail, still when I went home we would have fights like any brothers and sisters in other homes.
What I have never forgotten about Denis is his Macedonia. No one makes macedonia with a touch as Denis’. My grandma always praised his skills applied at that culinary stop and he got such praises from as early as when he was just about 10years.
His secret?? Condense milk. After having assorted fruits chopped into cubes and mixed all together, Denis would pour condense milk to top up his delicious mouth watering macedonia.
