"Can I play upstair?", my 8 year old nephew asked during their visit one weekend. I could hear how his mom tried to explain that we couldn't hang out.
"But I miss Aunt Nikki", he complained. I listened to him from my room and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
I wiped the tear that gently flow from my eyes.
I miss ME, too.
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After 'us'
Short StoryWhen we love, we tend to give everything for the relationship. We exert our time and invest on emotions - giving 'all of us' in the process. So we won't have any regrets and the relationship would lasts for long. But as the saying goes, good things...
