Ceremonial hugs were exchanged between the mother and her. Her mother’s eyes welled up, like any mother’s eyes do on parting with their child. It was time to exchange the ceremonial half-embrace with her father.
I am at a constant war with myself, but this was different. As I looked at it… «No, Crucio, don’t do it. It’s wrong, and you know…… Read more “The battle of thoughts: right against the wrong ones – by Crucio Girl”