I would not be a rich dad now in terms of money but my son would make me proud.
I was capturing the view with my eyes. Maybe,trying to absorb it like a sponge does water and never squeeze it back.
The aroma of fresh air, mixed suddenly with my tears were going to be in my head for the rest of my life.
What if it was all a big mistake…
Word Count – 93
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