ofcourse for my concious mind it doesn't seem as unusual or unheard story, but am still wondering how this story made me cry, i don't know whthr i'm weak, but the way you knit the story i like that.
Nita never spoke anything good about her parents to anyone. When her mother would berate her for all the things she shouldn't have done - her father, an
The little hands played in the puddle of water. They stamped their gumboots and played in the rainwater collected on the roadside. The swings and slides
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