Mangoes, golden and full, their scent~
a whispered promise of mischief.
My mother’s eyes, wide as warning bells.
"Where did you get these?"
Her voice, a blade slicing the air.
Silence, a held breath.
Five minutes, five hours,
an eternity suspended.
"Were you alone?"
The question, a thread pulled loose,
unraveling the fabric of innocence.
"No, Mum."
The words, a hesitant confession.
My classmates, a chorus of laughter,
the...
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