As a designer, I had the pleasure of creating not one but two stunning wedding dresses for my twin sister's special day. After countless sketches and consultations, we decided on two designs that truly captured her style and personality. Made from the finest silk fabric, with intricate beading and embroidery that took hundreds of hours to complete. Our bridesmaids dresses were embroidered cotton to match the bohemian theme. Watching my sister walk down the aisle in the dress I designed for her was a moment I will never forget, and I am honoured to have been a part of such a special day.
There are people we grieve twice in a lifetime. Once for who they were. And once for who we were never allowed to know. My father is one of them. When I was a child, my mother told me he was a paedophile. She didn’t whisper it. She didn’t hesitate. She said it plainly, as fact. As warning. As control. When we misbehaved, she would drop us at the greyhound station and force us to spend sleepless weekends with him. I remember the noise of the station. The way my stomach would knot. The terror that would sit in my chest at night when the lights went out. I was absolutely terrified to sleep. He was a workaholic. Twelve-hour days. Long hours. Absence disguised as provision. He would leave cash on the bench, stockpiles of food in the fridge, and the television on - a wild luxury I couldn’t enjoy because fear had already moved in. At home with my mother, we weren’t allowed a TV at all. Looking back now, my father was unemotional, but never unkind. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t offer hims...













