It was another usual day going back to mum's home and collect dinner ingredients. This time mum and dad were not there to greet me with loud welcome, they had dinner gathering.
House was dark and quiet; opened the fridge and took out the washed, chopped and assorted ingredients... all I felt is love.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Being Loved
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