I used to be… shy. I would see a girl and the opposite passage or corridor would become my chosen part if I could help it, and when my friends would interact with them, I would just go mum. Not a word would come out...
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Stories From grandparents
The Friend In The Shadows
by Karfa - 07 Jan 2015 , 0 Likes
She looks up at me without a hint of recognition. The twinkle in her eyes all gone, the hair all disheveled and the once spotless white sari now bearing stains of negligence.