Adrian
Not two years have passed completely and my daughter came back to my house as a widow with tears unstoppable in her eyes, shattered and worn out like a dried flower. Her wails were incorrigible with no trace of control. My heart broke to pieces but I received her back with open arms. She is my little princess and the doors of my house will always be open to her. Though I was bleeding a river for her doomed fate I inscribed a rule on my heart that I will never let my tears go revealed to her.
Flashback
It was exactly one year and eight months since my daughter's marriage. On the wee hours of Friday morning I received a phone call. Putting on my black rimmed spectacles I wondered who was calling me this early. My feet came down hopping on the red carpet spread on the floor and the name of St George hospital was flashing on the screen. "Hello" I said groggily trying to lift the sleep out of my eyes and the news I heard got my senses into an immediate alert. My daughter and son-