Three (fold).

Three (fold).

I know she loves me the same way i love her, he thought while stealing a glance at her. But him on the other hand unlike her, loves me in a different way-tough love! I think he cares and adores me though he pretends not to; i have seen the look of concern on his face every time I make a slight, unusual sound.
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Five Photos, five stories day3: Letter to My mother.

Five Photos, five stories day3: Letter to My mother.

Yesterday i read a post by a sister here and her description of the struggles her mum went through for her to be what she is, a Doctor, moved my heart forth to a melt.
It brought memories of mum, it was her fifteenth anniversary on Valentine’s this year and every year on mother’s day i keep thinking of what i could have given her as a present if she was around. Would i get her flowers, a box of chocolate? A dress perhaps? Continue reading