A bloomed flower!
- #LayPalik
- Jan 16, 2017
- 1 min read
One day when I was walking I noticed this flower right at the dividing line of green and concrete. Like it was blooming and nurturing at a middle spot. I felt this flower has something in common with me. With the change of seasons, my life switched from concrete to green and then to concrete. Or is it like the adopted child and its parents?
They grow together though they are not alike. Tow paths of life, one with my adoptee parents and one without them?

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