My childhood spent with my dad only....dad said that mom went too far from us. I was child, I accepted that and when I grew up...like now...I was accepting that fact in the most mature way I could. Although, my dad never spent the 'family quality time' with me....he was a busy businessman after all.. why he should be at home....still he was. Most of the time he spent at our home, still not with me but in a room where my entry was forbidden. It was his personal room in our home. Only for him. I even don't know what he did inside that.
Leaving that part, let's come to my mom. I saw only 2 photos of mom in our home, I don't know the reason although.....
When I asked my dad about this, he told that it's not a delightful memory if you think about her son, leave the topic. And that used to be the ending of our conversation each day. He proceeds towards his personal room after that and me...for studies.
You know, I never had the chance to even grow in my moms arms. She was not there to see me walking, although I can't walk, dad says that i am like this from my childhood, in my wheelchair.
Anyways...who cares to know much....
Guys, this....is my story. My personal experience with affection, time travel, dad, love, and time. And I welcome you all in the world of mine.
( To be continued... )
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Science FictionAnother love story by the recent writer sayan. The story is about a boy who is on his wheelchairs from his childhood, and a girl who made him walk in love....only in love.
