“Eat carefully! Don’t let the food drop on your clothes, okay, or Mumma will be very upset with you”, she scolded her toddler, and when she took her own spoonful to her mouth, it slipped and plopped right on her own clothes. “Haw, Mumma made a boo-boo!” Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved.
That last night haunted her for years. That night powdery rain covered the landscape like dew. It had rained heavily the whole day, but now it seemed the clouds were beginning to lose steam, as if to say, ‘this is all we’ve got’. The slick roads of her small village glistened in the moonlight like…
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