Decisions
Life Changing
The two boys climbed the cliff like they often did. Like most boys they tussled and climbed rocks. They ran after each other and gave chase. They decided to climb the lone tree on the cliff. They were nimble boys, both small yet strong for their age. Their father called to them and said it was dinner time. The boys climbed higher so the father went towards them. The branch holding the boys broke, while the father desperately tried to hold both boys about to fall off the cliff. Only one could live so he let go of both and prayed.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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I sure hope his prayers get a positive response. A miracle maybe.