Black
- Abhinanda Roy
- Jan 3, 2017
- 1 min read
“I can’t see…. I can’t see anything, son”
The anxious old voice circled the hospital dorm.
“We have to take her home, I have decided, its done.”
Said the son to his nonchalant wife.
It has been five years she missed home.
She thanked God, for trading color for the comforting black.
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