I woke up, and the sunlight felt different. The messy house I lived in, that I couldn’t bring myself to call home, was peaceful. There wasn’t any sound of yelling, there wasn’t any sign of war. My father believed in mental health and never crossed the boundaries that hurt my heart. My mother was starting…
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Prisoners
The grandfather was asked by the grandson, what is the colour of the rays of the sun? replied the grandfather, Oh dear! why do you want to know about this here? I am heartened with intensity, when I see the colours of diversity, through the prism into the sunlight of divinity, and enjoy all the…