Memories
It's been four years, eight months, two weeks and six days, since I lost the one person I loved so much, life haven't been better,I was tough on myself, gratefully am back to my feet and I feel like a man again,not some three year old boy who's trying to walk away from crawling.
"Breakfast is ready sir" Maryam said from downstairs.
In no time I was at the dinner table devouring the chilaquiles she took her time to make and uhmmmm I don't know how she learns how to make all this meal but mehn she is so fucking good.
Mark from nowhere appears and in no time there no trace of sweet corn in the chilaquiles Maryam took her morning to make