For many times, I couldn’t really
relate to a prodigal son’s story because I had never been a black sheep in the
family or have lost a son yet. Now that I take care kids not my own, I am beginning
to comprehend that instinct – the feeling of losing the one you love – not necessarily
a separation through death.
There was a girl whom I took care
and risked my life to protect her from that monster. I thought she was an innocent
a prey. Only to find out- she gave up her dream and lived together with that devourer.
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