He stayed with me all the time expressing sweet nothings to me until I calmed myself down. He fed me with his own hands because I wouldn’t eat on my own.
I still have all of the cute selfies she sent me, and all the happy pictures we took together, wondering to myself how someone can be so happy to be with you, and want nothing but you one second.
Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
When I saw her crying after school, my heart got broken. But I was unable to do anything. I couldn’t even hold her and help her to get over it. I failed in my second chance !
But I didn’t know what to be more afraid of: having a dead Jenny in my queen sized bed or getting to know who it was that had just left the room.
I saw him, I called out to him as I waved my hands. He smiled widely and ran towards me when something really horrible happened.
Gabe sees the struggle and rushes toward him. Gabe then tries to grab him and bring him to shore and instead Spencer lunges backward.
The author shares experience with all fathers who are hard by heart,do not shed tears even in the tragic situation but burst into tears at daughters’vidai.
Perhaps a faced ‘fakebook’ has the deepest trust to win one’s heart and rename ‘Facebook’ while scrolling down the friends list down the social network.
He looks at Jasper with Spencer floating right there next to him and he looked so stressed but Jasper wasn’t going to push him to tell what the problem.