Paradox by Sanika Shinde
We were a pair to be looked at- with awe and suspicion. I am just a mother with a daughter as loved as any mother would; the traditional archetypal mother who loves unconditionally and can feel the child's emotion from a distance, not the cruel one from the noir movies.
She walked next to me with her blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect Marathi.
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