my lap and crying at the top of your voice to come to me, but i had to tell a lie to you that i would come back to you when i knew very well that it was the last day we met ever. i knew very well that i would never come back to you and i visited you only to see if you were happy in your mother’s arms. i just wanted to see the child whom i loved more than myself happy and secure and moved out silently.
if you think i was cruel, if you think it was a wrong decision, i need to tell you to 