Short Story: "Coloured Desperation"

“Talk to me, just talk to me,” she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. “Say Mommy,” she whispered over and over, but just like all the other days he would stare back at her, wide-eyed, confused, sometimes horrified, not saying anything. On those days, she wished she had given birth to a normal child.

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On Ideals, Passions and Dreaming Big

I’ve been called naïve before, I’ve been called a hopeless dreamer, I’ve been told that I would understand one day, that I would grow up and change my mind as reality hits me. There was a time when I considered it to be a flaw of mine: believing the best in people at any rate,…

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