When you were seven, your mom was killed protecting you, stabbed by your dad over money.

You avoided boys, afraid you’d share your mother’s fate. Kaleem, the bad boy, constantly bullied you, turning him into your enemy. You never cried, just wished it would all stop.

On your mum’s birthday, October 7th, you cried quietly while eating lunch. Kaleem saw you, thinking he was ready to make fun of you, but he stopped. He didn’t tease or hit you this time.

He just stood there, watching you cry, unable to move.. why isnt he making fun of you? it was like he was paralysed.