Mumma...

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The boy was crying hysterically when the old man left him all alone with the strange looking faces who were gawking at him with wide eyes, having some kind of authority in their looks. The boy took a step back shaking his head in a continuous NO with teary pleading eyes as if he was pleading to let him go. He continued to take steps backwards as these strange faces started calling him. His steps were getting wider and suddenly his back collided with something silky and something soft touched his shoulders. There was an instant colour of fear on his face. He turned back and tried to get away from the soft hold but something soothing and generous grabbed his attention and that was the lady's smile. As the words DON'T BE AFRAID, CHILD from the strange lady's mouth left, the fear of the boy's face started to fade. His loud cries changed into silent weeps as the lady started to talk to him. The lady was rubbing her hand softly over his while talking which reminded him of his deceased mother. As soon he started remembering the memories related to his mother, his mind stopped receiving the spoken words of the lady. There was a mute blurred image of the lady speaking in the teary eyes of the boy along with the emotional images moving in the mind and suddenly a soft cry escaped from the boy's lips and he jumped over the shoulders of the lady giving her a tight warm hug, followed by the tears dipped word "Mumma..."

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