There was no time to grab the rest of my things. They screamed at me in our living room. His living room. My books were still spread on his coffee table. My Mother’s lamp was lighting the corner, brightening photos of us I was trying to...
A retiring author is out of ideas for his last book and this has left him a bit depressed.
A plain frame of Love, Expression & Colors of Life!!!
When I was 7 years old... My dad met with an bus accident and passed away.. My mom was the one only person to care me and encourage me... since my mom was a house wife.. It was so difficult to run the family because there was noo source of...
Well I love you…..
I wonder what my plan is; I keep typing for you these letters. It feels so good each time write you something. What scares me the most is the connection I might be creating with you. I want you to be responsible my...