The girl

A restless mother, a fatigued father, a noisy house awaited for their son. An illuminated  town celebrating the return of their prince. With time their memory of him grew  fainter. To them he was still the righteous man as  14 years ago. In their hurry, nobody noticed a dark-complexioned girl awaiting for his master. Her bruised hands holds flowers of a different kind. Only the writer knew his characters. He knew what truly awaits him.

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