Ambika was tired. It was a long day and after many fights, she had set fire to her fathers pyre, an act she hated. She never liked her dad, a man who never spoke to her mum, a man who never asked her about her dreams, nor a man who had time for stray dogs not family.
Ambika strode into her house, yes, this was hers n her mums, walked straight to her late fathers room with an intention to burn it down. Once inside, she heard a msg, playing on the speaker, " Ambika look at book 101" At first she neglected it, searching ways to remove every essential of the nan she called dad.
Being curious, she picked up the book mentioned, and a packet feel out. It read
Dear Ambika, when you hold this am long gone.
To be continued....
Ambika strode into her house, yes, this was hers n her mums, walked straight to her late fathers room with an intention to burn it down. Once inside, she heard a msg, playing on the speaker, " Ambika look at book 101" At first she neglected it, searching ways to remove every essential of the nan she called dad.
Being curious, she picked up the book mentioned, and a packet feel out. It read
Dear Ambika, when you hold this am long gone.
To be continued....