Listen mornings were my thing, all the little things that filled me with hope for the day. This is a short story on how my love of mornings declined.
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Mum wanted me to do one thing; do what makes me happy on a long run. Yet I failed to see that until I thought I had nothing left. My past made me too blind to see what I did have, a family, a happy home.