This week’s prompt is : My Little Sister
As I stand on the dais receiving the award midst thunderous applause, I see your grey strands silently telling a tale of
courage, sacrifice
and patience.
I remember that twilight when we were playing in the park
and our mother sitting on the wooden bench. You waved to her and her silhouette
became hazy as she disappeared into the darkness.
You held my little finger to
lead, guide and protect me against all odds never ever remembering your own
desires. My heart’s not as magnanimous as
yours, for you have chosen to forgive her for abandoning us after papa’s death.
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