How then shall man live this heaven in misery, where humans jubilate in tears, bleeding honey-soaking vinegar? A home I longed-longed lost, a home I dare never flash in the memory of me and the children.
I pretend to forget yet it keeps haunting me, hurting the thoughts of my lates.
I shouldn`t have come in the first place. Was it my will to choose? No no! I had no choice then but if I was discarded, I might have been blaming them for not seeing my importance.
Then why should I laugh.
Neither laughing not because I love to laugh nor it is coming from my inside.
Laughing because I am crying.
I cry for them
Crying for their children, crying for their parents and
I cry for their mother for not knowing their father.
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