‘Why do I write?’ you ask me, your voice tainted with unmasked annoyance. I do not know what I’ve done this time, only that whatever I do will never be enough, no, not for you. If I were being…

‘Why do I write?’ you ask me, your voice tainted with unmasked annoyance. I do not know what I’ve done this time, only that whatever I do will never be enough, no, not for you. If I were being…