#102
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Truth.

Rain tapped on the glass window as Reena held the faded letter in shaking hands.

She turned to her mother.” Tell me the truth.Am I your adopted daughter?”

Her mother’s eyes glistened.Its been seventeen years.

What a blunder?

Why didn’t she destroy that letter of her mother, congratulating the adoption?

“But am I not your Mama darling ,tell me the truth”

“Yes”, she whispered and hugged her.Tears flowed down her cheeks.

Outside the rain washed the glass clean, like truth, raw but cleansing.