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She cuddled her beloved’s shirt tightly. His scent used to refresh her morning while he was away, followed by their son’s cackles and capering.
‘Azim! Where are you son? Come to mommy now, we will play ha……’ She stopped, recalling, that they were never gonna be there for her. The chemical attacks that took her family away, endowed her with new companions; tears & loneliness.
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