The little boy screamed her name in pain and in agony, O where is chivalry. Behind the uncut scenes, you’ll find him searching for the mother he lost when he was four. His eyes were sore and the pain made his body numb, he’s sixty-two now and his life is almost done. He wasn’t sad because she was gone, he was sad because she had forsaken him, when she took her life that hostile night. He remembered the pancakes she used to make and read a novel to him right by the warmth of the fireplace. He glanced at the clock and realized it was after 10, so the four year old put down his pen and went off to bed.

Aman Khan


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