“…I am fine, Rajeev…it’s that…*sigh*…I am finding it hard to believe that he is…*sniffs*…I am just worried for my son…how will I?...*sniffs*…” Tanisha just covered her mouth to not let people sympathise with her the nth time.
She was tired of hearing ‘everything will be fine…’ when it was not. She knew the struggle that the world will offer her, being the widow with a kid.
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