Never a Good-Bye

She could have stayed a bit longer. She should have waited till I was there by her side, holding her beautiful little fingers, fingers wrinkled and white and soft and beautiful. I tried to run as quickly as I can, trying to save time, time that just wasn't there by my side anymore. Yet I tried. When she passed away, my dad said she died peacefully. She had her loving son by her side, giving her the last few drops before her body caved in on his lap. She have had a beautiful day. Nobody knew she won't be there the next morning. Nobody, not even me, even thought for one moment that she could be gone the next moment.
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Aurindam Mukherjee