Tears

'Mom how did we die? ', prodigy asked his mother, in his defeated voice.

Dropping stranded yet fearless tears, mother caressed her boy saying your father garrotted both of us when we were in sleep.

Tousling his hair, she said, Don't worry my son, in this restricted world, we are safe, nobody can harm us, there is nobody in the ghost world who is dangerous and evil like your father.

Your father always hankers after money, in order to enjoy his life, he has become truant to me, I hate him for being a philanderer, his insanity has made him to beat me black and blue many times.

I have been bearing all the pain thinking that I have to survive for you to see you become a good man, far better from your father, But alas! He had different plans to finish us to marry the richest lady to enjoy all the luxury of life.