How could I even bear to hear that? As a mother, who could ever let go of her only son like that?   When you made up your mind, you shattered my heart in a million pieces...   Too often I asked the question 'Why' and too often, silence answers me.

He steadied himself, both feet set on the empty blue milk crate. In front of him was a looped rope - tight, thick and rough. He took his final glance around the room with a pair of despairing eyes as he allowed a vexatious bead of tear to journey down his right cheek, then dropping short, absorbed into the cotton wool of his shirt's collar. Instant happy memories came flashing in front of his eyes. The laughter, the warmth, the moments… he'll miss this pl

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