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Missing Link

Missing Link. A sickly child lie frail on the sofa in the living room. A knock on the door, His mother opened. The man who entered the child knew it was his father. Whose child is this? “It is your youngest son” his mother said. The children in the street all had a father; the child had waited for him. But his father ignored him, gave chocolate to his sister and brother, then he drank from a bottle, his mother threw him out. Next day asked his mother,” are you sure he is my father?” She slapped her son’s face and cried.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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