We don’t like being outnumbered in groups or without. We hate to swallow our words in order to spitefully triumph over side talks and bottled lips. Today, like every other day you’d wake up and forget to pray, you’ll rush your feet to a place you feel accepted and perhaps wanted under pressure, hours will tick by, your loved ones will leave side notes in obvious places. You’ll ignore. However, the same way you wash your clothes everyday won’t change, you may hum to a different song whilst washing but your fingers will always remind you to rinse soap with water.
Like you, I don’t know. Like tomorrow, you are full of surprises. The reason why no one ever taught mothers to love their sons differently and their husbands in a way they define love is the difference in time. The difference in accepting to love someone and letting the…
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