She couldn't believe it.
Fifteen long years she had waited for this. She dialed Rajeev then cut it, deciding
to break the news over some sweets. Picking up her bags she headed for the
halwai’s. “Gulab jamun for dadi and papa, peda for Rajeev and ma, rasagolla for
Priya…” Suddenly she went cold.
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The thought of Priya
her adopted daughter, sent a shiver down her spine. Caressing her tummy, she asked
the little one growing within, “How do I tell her about you? Will she
understand? You know I will always love her. She is my dearest, my first one.”
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The above is based on a prompt on Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday
The prompt was - “How do I tell her about you?”
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