Story with Tag: baby


My father passed away when I was 4 . He gave me that much love that will remain until my death. We are two daughters of our parents .They never demanded a boy from god. (Reads: 138)

Hawa Badol

I turn around and see my ma’s illuminated, beautiful face and I am in her arms held closely and warmly. I know I am out here in the world of my folks. (Reads: 165)

A Knock on My Door

I lived my life in the sparkle of his eyes and the music of his laughter. Our days were so full of fun and fabulous surprises and it seemed like nothing could go wrong. (Reads: 439)