We were at war. With the kids. Literally. -By Shimpy(Volunteer)
Hamid was inconsolable. He wept without interference and despised me for my action. His mother made an effort to control him with all her power but the kid was determined to take revenge on me. The incident reminded me of Sunday, year 1996 — I had cried my heart out in agony. I gave disdainful stare to my mother when she entrusted me with a strange looking man, who tried to bait me with sugar syrup. I was devastated and hated my mother. She doesn’t care for me enough — I tho