bad about. Feeling as though all this was conspired. I knew
I did not have enough time to get back up. I was no longer comfortable, neither
was I happy. And since no one took pity on me, I decided to take pity on myself
- what a mistake. While lost in jungle of my wrong decisions, I finally found
the answer: I was not special; I needed not pity; I was being lazy, comfortable
and
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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