Holding onto a string of hope

It was just about sunset. She loved to sit in her balcony with her cup of tea, watching the people taking a stroll, kids playing, the vegetable man selling on a cart. She just loved this ME time and craved it each day. Today she seemed low. Her parents were fighting in the other room.... Continue Reading →

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