"Ti," Yoghurt said. "If how long we live was measured by how kind we are, you would live forever."
Nobody saw the tear that was tracing my cheek because I knew that if that were true, I should already be gone.
As she sat on the verandah, one warm evening,
listening to the nonsensical banter coming from her dysfunctional family,
a smile plastered itself to her face.
It had been so long since she had smiled like this,
it felt unnatural.
She smiled because a part of her that she had lost long ago,
fluttering back to the place in her heart where it belonged,
and began to heal the rest of her damaged heart.