Baggage we carry			Read and rate this story.

Baggage we carry Read and rate this story.

“We do not need to carry our baggage around!” Her mother said curtly. Her language gave him the impression that she was someone who studied not in any school he knew of.  They are standing on platform 1, while the predawn cold air buzzed.  “But you insisted on getting...
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A Morning- My Childhood				    	    	    	    	    	    	    	    	    	    	3.75/5							(2)

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The best part of growing up is, not knowing the fear to question. He gulped it, eyes closed, still on the bed with an arm supporting his neck, raising him just enough to enable him to drink the milk. “Done, aunt?” he asked as the hand eased him back into...