But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
I feel I’m going to die
She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
She loved the cage; not Me.
Mera Rab Jaanta Tha
This is an Urdu post. Trying to put emotions into words.
Forgive Yourself Too: Before Dying
A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.
