I was 17 when I promised my late father that I would go places and I would take him and my mom to those worlds. More than a decade has passed and I am still unable to keep that promise. I am stuck in a moment, like the big river stone growing each year in the same place and never having the chance to move.
Life maybe about second chances, i guess. and about forgiving ourselves for everything, every failure,every opportunities passed and every wasted minute of unhapiness.
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