In response to prompt : Fabric
Our Father was the toughest fabric in our family. He kept us together with love, discipline and making us aware that, ‘United We Stand Divided We Fall!’
After his passing my Mom inherited the role of both parents, she tried her best to help us get good education.
As long as she was able she took her role seriously. Then there came a time, when the fabric which joined us together, started fraying from all sides, then like an overused cloth, we were unable to rebuild the fabric of our life and could not unite!
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Sabethville 