UNLOVED
The two of them approached the gate in pair. He read curses on the love
he had condemned to the street of weakness.
"Forgive me, my girl," she said, her voice muffled.
Satisfied. His brain was young.
There was a ghost behind the fence.
Fearing that she would be noticed, she felt for the last time the fragrance
of her child, who was threatening her happiness and honor, and took
refuge in the doorway. Suddenly the baby cried in rebellion against
injustice. The manager hurried in the direction of the woman's cry:
"There are more unloved babies," she said, looking around in deep
sorrow.
Hidden in the depths of darkness, the mother trembled ...