Dear anyone reading this,
I can't write anymore, I can't. I never understood till now that writing, expressing is a privilege I am denied.
When you have one parent to rely on, they kind of become your family, just like my father and me, my house has every comfort one could require in a home, but for me it ceased to be my home.
Every morning when I wake up in the morning, and descend slowly towards the hall, I feel like my mind is taking a journey… Continue