As soon as the southwest monsoon flows over the air there was an occurrence of a vague loneliness I cannot explain. The moisture-laden wind carries with it a painful sensation I do not even want to go back to. The climax of the summer heat is almost over and the season was telling me June is coming. I wish I have the power to remove it from the calendar of time because it brings with it the memories of the most unbearable agony of losing my son. And I’m scared.
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