I never knew how much it took to lose oneself. I also did
not know that I was about to find out just soon. Two years of feeling good in
failure. Two years that, among the rest, I can never forget. Teachers who once
believed in me worried until they stopped caring. No one really cared. At least
that is what I thought. I guess sometimes we fall ourselves down with a hope to
be
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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