Friday, 7 March 2014
We Don't ....
" This post is for Write Tribe ...Day 6 ...55 Fiction "
She stormed out of the room blabbering everything that crossed her mind
They don’t bother about me, they don’t think about me ,they can’t even understand what I want
You know what Mom …you just don’t care
Ya…we don’t ….that’s why we picked you up from those thorny bushes decades ago... she mumbled to herself
That day was like any other day. She got ready for her show. Closed the door and opened the umbrella to avoid a mild drizzle that h...