I tried to look at their faces but all I can see are their clothes. That's what gave my head an idea. But all I need to do is remember what my mum wore before she left. 'Ummm.. oh yes,' she was wearing this type of bluish gown and had some flowers on it too. Yes that should be enough find her. I walked around the streets not exactly walk like sort of squished walk. Oh my, is that mum standing right there in a line. It has to be her but I can't really make sure it's her because I can't really see her face. Ummm, oh yeah I should smell her if it's really mum. No it's a bit too risky, I might get in trouble by some people if they see me smelling her. Err I can't think of anymore ideas to make sure it's her but ask her. Oh hopefully fingers crossed it's her.
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A Little to Live for
Short StoryIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
