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I love him, I am his son, I learnt walking, I was supported as, I had held his finger. I want to share a story, I experienced when young, I got free from school earlier, I was coming home from school, I crashed my bicycle onto the road, I was 16 and it was a hot July afternoon, I went to get my chin mended for the wound, I reached my home from school earlier than usual, I grew suspicious on finding the door locked from inside, I busted a scam of my dad with a girl half his age hiding behind, I was greeted by "You're getting it wrong boy, you've not busted us up," I didn't say anything to them- just walked in to attend to my flowing blood & tears, I thought to myself what wrong was done to be born in a house where my dad had defected, I repented coming home early only to see my -yes- my dad red-faced and with a guilty-conscience.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
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I love him, I am his son, I learnt walking, I was supported as, I had held his finger. I want to share a story, I experienced when young, I got free from school earlier, I was coming home from school, I crashed my bicycle onto the road, I was 16 and it was a hot July afternoon, I went to get my chin mended for the wound, I reached my home from school earlier than usual, I grew suspicious on finding the door locked from inside, I busted a scam of my dad with a girl half his age hiding behind, I was greeted by "You're getting it wrong boy, you've not busted us up," I didn't say anything to them- just walked in to attend to my flowing blood & tears, I thought to myself what wrong was done to be born in a house where my dad had defected, I repented coming home early only to see my -yes- my dad red-faced and with a guilty-conscience.
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Atul
35/M/Indian
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
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