Now when i am writing this tears are comming out of my eyes. I want to cry ,i want to forget and finally i want to erase the day i killed my mom.

Though it happened a long time ago but the wound is still fresh in my heart. This is a secret between God and me.

Whenever i think about it i go to a far away place to weep loudly where no body could see him ....if they see me
they would suspect me of something.

My mom was a charming lady of 45
she was short in height.
a long nose
always wearing silver bracelets

Daddy died when i was five years old.
people say he was a horrible man with long beard and was a smuggler.

one day while trying to cross the border
was shot by police and he died on the spot.

Now only two of us lived together.
My maternal uncle would visit us who was partner of my daddy.
but he too died some years back.

Me and my mom...