“You seem blue when you shouldn’t be,” he said. “One day, it will come back.”
The table was set for a family gathering. All looked ready except him. “Let’s just wait for more minutes; not days or years, just minutes.”
It was a beautiful Sunday morning and every family in town had their relatives in their homes. Everyone is missing someone; to conquer the feeling was by doing family gatherings, but not when one chose to break his connection from his own blood.
“Maybe I regret living independently, but just maybe. One day, it will come back.” He told himself.
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