Dusk paints the horizon with amethyst hues chirpy birds flock back to their nests. In anticipation, I scamper to the fields to peer across the setting sun, drenched in impassioned hope to see my father’s silhouette walking back, from the war. I dream of him all the time lifting me up, in his strong arms, … Continue reading The Unending Wait…
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