Surviving
And soon it is going to be one month, since my father died. The bad memory still remains very fresh in my mind. And I have to live with this pain for the rest of my life. Life has been too real and harsh, this past one month. I survived my many firsts in many places, with some hesitation and embarrassment, of course. It is even difficult to look at my mother sometimes. She has become the kind of woman, I always feared. I cannot even describe properly why I feel that way. A significant part of her life is missing and gone, and she too is trying to fight it out the hard way. May God help her. May God help us. Amidst all this, there were little patches of sunshine too. But the war is not over yet, and my armour is yet to shine.
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