Hi guys..
This was a short story which was narrated to me by my mom.
Guess, story telling runs in my veins.

I have grown up listening to her stories.
She is my best friend and my biggest supporter.
Ofcourse she has not read any of my books as once I started narrating what I was writing and she stopped me and asked me what only she could ask and get away with.
She asked me "what's wrong with you?".

Yes, she asked me that.
It's okay. That's what mom's do.
Be brutally honest.
I love you mom.

I dedicate this story to my mom, my favourite story teller.
Who knows I am weird and believes I still have hope.
😊