I was standing near the seashore, holding the bouquet, staring at the child of 6 running after giving me the flowers. He was very happy holding the money for his hard work. He was jumping with joy after receiving the money, feeling like he was a billionaire. The darkness was prevailing all over. The birds were flying back to their nests, pensive of their children. Seeing them a bunch of tears came out of my eyes. I started my car and went home. I put the keys in the lock and with the sound of a crack, it opened. It couldn’t be called a home. A home is full of happiness but not mine.681Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6r9BoStV2t
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