a feature, story by optimism soul

Her eensy-weensy fingers folded the paper into a triangle, but she adverted it as a kite.
Yes, imperfections are endearing especially when it’s is done by tikes.
Boooom….” a sound blared.

Squinting her eyes, she sat down abruptly by closing her ears.

Hahaha.. it’s just a cracker” , I japed taking her into my arms.

I miss my family ..Tears sloughing, she whispered Looking into my eyes.


My smile scrammed.

I miss my mom, my dad, my little brother.. she continued.
My heart dethroned seeing her in tears..
I kissed her cheeks and embraced her.
You are happy with your family but I never was ! I wanna go back to my mom .. Please.. she hollered.

Pointing to the perpetual sky, “There they are..” I averred.

“Don’t worry, I’m safe now” she scrabbled on the kite and let the yarn free to reach her family !

Land, Rivers .. even the oceans carved up .. I thanked God for the unassailable sky !


#Genocide an explainable pain !

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