hows my short story
Whenever I returned home from school or anywhere else; my mother…the loveliest and most caring mummy of the world had always her innocent smile saved for me. It never mattered that the day was so tiring or she was ill or anything else. What I liked always was her soft hand soothing my head…in her lap. It felt like heaven… and it was not going to happen again in the near future I will have to miss that.
I wanted the time to stop for a while to get some to spend with them…But it seemed to be in more hurry today. The 8 minutes passed in a thrice…And within all these, platfor

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hows my short story
Whenever I returned home from school or anywhere else; my mother…the loveliest and most caring mummy of the world had always her innocent smile saved for me. It never mattered that the day was so tiring or she was ill or anything else. What I liked always was her soft hand soothing my head…in her lap. It felt like heaven… and it was not going to happen again in the near future I will have to miss that.
I wanted the time to stop for a while to get some to spend with them…But it seemed to be in more hurry today. The 8 minutes passed in a thrice…And within all these, platfor

anonymous · Answer

Huh?