A Regret for Eternity

A short story detailing the intricacies and complications of a parent-child relationship and the regrets that sometimes haunt and last for a lifetime

Night At The New House

I was 10 when we shifted to this new building on the outskirts. It looked more like a dilapidated one as it was partially complete. The first time I visited it with my father I could feel an eeriness but my complaints fell on deaf ears.

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