She drew out the penknife that she carried in her bag in a most calm manner, but the fiery furnace of her warm brown eyes gave away the love she felt right at that moment for her year old son who was bundled warmly and sat plopped like a boulder in some Japanese garden, acting like the ying to her yang.
She cut the apple into small slices and handed it to him one by one.
Gul was so oblivious of her surroundings that she might as well have been sitting on the side of a busy road than the bustling airport terminal.
Looking at him, her heart surged with exploding bliss while she smiled down at him.
She cut the apple into small slices and handed it to him one by one.
Gul was so oblivious of her surroundings that she might as well have been sitting on the side of a busy road than the bustling airport terminal.
Looking at him, her heart surged with exploding bliss while she smiled down at him.
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