SEVEN YEARS A FATHER


I rushed back to the hospital and sat by her bedside. As I nervously held the feeble poor little thing in my hands, too many thoughts raced through my mind. Tears stung my eyes, but I fought them back. Where I come from, men don't cry in public since It's considered a sign of weakness - a taboo. At least, that's what we grew up knowing.

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