Category: Ammu

• March 26, 2015

  Cake, Gifts and Balloons

  I walk quietly, my footfall muffled by the carpet. The silence from Laddu’s room is reassuring. I am about to walk downstairs when the mess that is Ammu’s room catches my eye. I step inside annoyance ruffling my Zen. I pick the blanket up to fold and my eyes are drawn to the handmade card…