Posted in Childhood, Fiction

Morning Letter..

MORNING LETTER

 

 

It was a bright morning when she heard her door being knocked. She opened the door and the person handed her letter to her. She thanked him, closed the door and opened the letter. She recognised the handwriting which she had loved always. With the letter arrived the happy news of her mother visiting her, for a month. Her day was made.

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