Something dropped, soiling the paper on the spot where it landed. I had thought it was raining but when some had stained my cheek next, I knew then that it was my tears.My knees buckled and my hands reached out to stop myself from crumbling to the ground and curling up like that child who had mourned for the leave of his mother, now it was much worse. I was still tender, a bit over seven when she had left but actually, that had been what father made me believe. He had said that she abandoned us and that she hated me but the flowery images of mother that sometimes flashed through my mind showed only an unbreakable bond and nothing at all like hate. I refused to believe it though, and I had vowed to find her but now if I wanted answers, I guess I would have to swim through the underworld.
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