Friday, March 22, 2013

The hardest thing of my everyday is to tear myself away from Paresh and unwrap Arrows tiny arms from around my neck, leaving him wailing as I run to catch up the daily chores and sprint to work. How do I make his small, innocent mind grasp the reality of how merciless time is? How do I tell him that the richest jewel I have and will ever wear is his arms around my neck and the best clothes I've ever worn is Paresh's arms on my shoulder.

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