"You--Yes You!". He said, while wiping his nose with the back of his hand and pointing his trembling finger at the photograph in a polished frame, "You thought me how to behave, walk and talk. To stand up for myself, to--to live for others. But, you forgot to teach me, how to live, without you".
Mum, I miss you!
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Micro Tales
RandomWhen you find the bitter and sweet reality smashed brutally in words, carved with love giving the best of artistic work you'll find something called > Where few lines will wrap up the whole story hidden somewhere. Where some tales will make you bl...
