She was very happy when she cleaned her tears . The tears came from her happiness , when she found out that her mother would be fine from a hard illness that shewas suffering from it .I was so happy because when I cleaned her tears and her face , I could feel her hope andhappiness . I had no chance to touch her before because she was so busy with the works that she had to do for her mother , but at that time I could feel myowner' kind hands and I could be useful for her .It was the best experience for me because that kind of tears are hard to see and feel .Sometimes, she used me for dancing and she moved me when she was happy . Every two days, she washed me . Every time I was in her bag and ready to be used . Actually, I was a gift which her mother gave her . she loved me because of my red flower that her mother sewed as a pattern.But, now my owner and I are so sad , she is in front of people who they come to participate in this sad funeral. After so many years of caring her mother, she passed away and she cleans her fears that come from her sadness .I want to be trash instead of a handkerchief which has to clean such tears .
Oh,u took the word out of my mouth!
I have this experience recently & u couldnt believe how it's hard.A bitter one.sad is not a word 4 that feeling.I only wish that this unpleasant reality happens so late 4 every body cuz it's a bitter pill to swallow!
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Good writing:) keep it up.
Sami this is a wonderful story, I am reading it bit late, beetter late than never.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
I have this experience recently & u couldnt believe how it's hard.A bitter one.sad is not a word 4 that feeling.I only wish that this unpleasant reality happens so late 4 every body cuz it's a bitter pill to swallow!
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