Klaus

The birds were chirping, singing a melodic song which only made my heart feel miserable as if they were also singing in pain. I sat in the armchair beside the window and stared at the trees of our backyard garden which my mother adored. She was enamored of the gardens and flowers.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize it when my mother came into my room. When her hand caressed my shoulder, I felt her presence in my room.

“You look handsome as always,” she ...