The sunshine was enveloped by gloomy clouds. Wanshika’s parents had dropped in unannounced, after their bitter dispute over adoption, few years back; she had hardly kept in touch.
“It's not that I am not proud, just worried”, her dad said finally, sipping tea, watching Ashmit from a distance while he played with the bell.
“Everybody praises you, to have adopted a kid and managed single-handedly”, her mother added eagerly.
These discussions always depressed her, guilt resurfaced as out of fear of being ostracised she didn’t call her son her own, because only she knew why Ashmit’s eyes were so familiar.
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