In your eyes, a 'once upon a time. In your
smile, the 'happily ever after'. In your goodbyes, a fairytale that almost was.
(On
looking up and seeing a luscious swathe of grey and then it passes on with no
rain.)
Papa was discharged today and none of us were prepared for it. He is still so weak but we are on the right path of treatment, it seems. But ...
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