I am very tired and exhausted. I want to return back home and celebrate the sixtieth birthday cake. Shall I come back home, please.
I want to come back. I am choking, starving, living fake life, and lonely always. Would you think I am fail if I don’t have career like my friends or cousins? Would you love me less if I earn a meager sum and can’t afford to have another heavy pay packet like now? Would you mind if I stay all day long to you and have no busy schedule to follow?
Momma! I want to be back to you…Trust me…the heart is cold. Foods are bland. I sleep with loneliness. I need to be loved by you. I want to touch you. I want to count the number of grey streaks you added on your sixtieth birthday. I want to be with you today, always.
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