
A farewell with flowers
He had no one. So we became his someone — flowers, prayer and a proper goodbye.
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He had no one. So we became his someone — flowers, prayer and a proper goodbye.
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Appa said one more year, then work. The school kit and tuition support meant I could stay. This year I got first rank.
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My son is far away. But every Sunday, these children come with food and sit with me. I wait for them.
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