Hundred words story

sketch book

The burden of the love of my parents was too much and their wishes and desires made me so tired that with the passage of time, I lost my vigor to speak. Life continued to move on and today when I was arranging my books, a worn out sketchpad caught my attention. The fine drawings took me into those days of my childhood when I was called an obedient child, for while listening to my parents’ dreams, I used to become tongue -tied.

I blew the dust off and sighed.

In all my life, I remained my parents’ favorite sketchbook.


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