He died twenty-three days ago, today was his funeral. So many people had come. He had been that popular and that well-loved. His mother was wailing, I could hear the loud,…
It was Christmas day. He knew that because he has been waiting for this day. He had been counting the days and the weeks and the months—and finally, it was Christmas…
I stare at them as they cross the half-broken tarred road, hands clasped in each others, eyes looking at one another instead of the street they were crossing and mouths turned…
