At fifty,
we attended Delilah's wedding with her fiancé. She was young, you know. Twenty and full of life. I didn't realise time passed just in a blink of an eye. A half century of living, I felt so thankful. In Delilah's wedding, I prayed that all of us would always be together. And I prayed that this cancer would vanish to nowhere. But it was no use. I collapsed.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
