She kissed her newborn’s tiny hand, gazed at her newborn’s face, tears in her eyes,
knowing it would be the only time she would ever hold him.
she whispered to her husband, “Promise me you’ll tell him about me, you’ll tell him how much I love him.”
tell him I’m sorry… I chose him over me.
He helped his parents pack, he filled their boxes with new clothes, cherished memories, and little comforts, with a bright smile,
as they drove away to the old age home.
their hearts heavy with the realization that they were being sent away, a place they had never imagined they would end up.
sat in silence, hearts aching with the thought that their son, whom they had devoted their lives to, was happy leaving them alone.
Who holds the most power in life?” the professor asked.
“The rich, of course,” a student answered confidently.
“A kind heart that helps others,” whispered a quiet girl in the back, her worn shoes showing her struggles.
“Is it because I was out late?” questioned the girl in the ripped jeans.
“Did I provoke them?” asked the girl in high heels.
“Did I do something to deserve this?” asked the girl in the bright top.
“Was it something I wore?” asked the girl in the tight dress.
“Not at all; you were just being yourself, it was never your fault,” said the woman in the soft sweater, wiping her tears.
The baby in the corner, with her pacifier, couldn’t understand the weight of their words, felt the pain, but couldn’t speak up.
~Tanishka
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