“I am nothing who dreams of something and will take chances to make it everything. Everyday isn’t a battle, few days are to check and assess from top and bottom.” I read this on the glass window of a public toilet, I think it’s written by someone who is in deep pain. Then I heard some screeching sound, I turned and manoeuvred towards the corner. There stood a small girl. She seemed ambiguous when asked why is she doing this?
My mother in heaven taught me this! One day I’ll run from new aunty who loves my dad but me.