Chapter 9

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Guys I have thought of increasing the length of chapters to make the story more engaging.
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In the darkest hour of midnight a young man was walking through the alleys of his memory.

He did not have fairytales to relish the gone time instead they were shards of glass that still pricked his heart.

18 years ago the boy that still lived within the deepest corners of ki this man had last shed tears

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18 years ago the boy that still lived within the deepest corners of ki this man had last shed tears.

He had always kept his sorrows within himself never letting them go. They were his prized possession because they contain memories of the only people who affected him.

Their happiness , pain , sorrows , smiles , giggles he hadn't forgotten any of them.

Most of the memoirs were occupied by the woman who gave life to him whodestroyed herself in a bid to make  his.

A small corners of these memoirs had a beautiful slight of a baby giggling.

He sighed , how life had always stepped on the other side of the roads he walked.

He had lost both of them.

In the dead of the night he remembered the warmth of his mother's embrace .

Such was the power of a mother's love that could brighten any child's dark days .

He had always admired his mother's strength . She bravely took every hit the society gave her shielding  him from the harsh blows.

His mother Daniella Dejiva was born an orphan .

She had educated herself with the help of all the books in the trash people threw out of their homes. She wore torn clothes, mostly rags walked bare feet , slept on dirt but never did she let the dirt hanging from her body invade her mind.

She  built her own character , fought tooth and nail against the society despite being a beggar herself

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She  built her own character , fought tooth and nail against the society despite being a beggar herself.

She built hopes , saw dreams and gave her every thing to fulfill them untill she caught the eyes of a devil .

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