I Like To Push Characters To Extremes

A Scar Is Never Ugly. That Is What The Scar Makers Want Us To Think. A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, I Survived.

Looking After A Very Sick Child Was The Olympics Of Parenting.

However Long The Moon Disappears, Someday It Must Shine Again.

It Was The Month Of May And There Was Warm Sunshine Dripping Through The Holes Between The Clouds, Like The Sky Was A Broken Blue Bowl And A Child Was Trying To Keep Honey In It.

I Was Carrying Two Cargoes. Yes, One Of Them Was Horror, But The Other One Was Hope.