On a boy’s love for his mum 

And so, the boy ran. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. His tiny feet pounded against the wet sand. His toes shattering the surface of the water, streaming in with the tide.

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In those few moments, when I was three stories up, flying above the concrete with nothing tying me down, I felt a sense of freedom that I couldn’t attain anywhere else.