The relatives didn’t feel slighted—they had a limited interest in people like Roy who had just married into the family, and not even contributed any children to it, and who were not like themselves. They were large, expansive, talkative. He was short, compact, quiet.

When I wake up on a Monday morning and I realise I don&#39;t have to go and work at the civil service, I really think I&#39;ve won.

Only those who find life, find treasures.

I would love to know who killed my father. So would my brother.” Her next words stunned me and left me breathless. “We want to forgive them. We want to forgive, but we don’t know who to forgive.

Written By Desmond Tutu

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