Tag: The prodigal son

  • The prodigal

    The prodigal

    My eyes kept darting back and forth as I held on tightly to my tattered bag. It looked so worn out but it contained the clothing I had left, that is the ones I did not sell and the meager currency notes I had left; tattered as it was, it was the only and the…



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