Had to go in the backyard
to breathe fresh air one drizzly afternoon; alone, but a few students at the
center followed me unknowingly. They started asking me a question, which led to
random conversations.
I thought it was just a
banter or a natter to give two hoots, but it turned out something unexpected–one’s
confession that was a bolt from the blue–a sad story of an orphan didn’t know
if it wasn’t for someone to strike up an interchange. I heard him. I agonized. My
heart groaned for I’d been there, yet I didn’t turn a hair.
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