Old Head On Young Shoulders


It is never enough. Whatever I do never impresses him. I know he is hurting inside.

Mother’s untimely death and his own physical disability has devastated him.

Sometimes, I want to get my old life back and stop feeling responsible for my father all the time.

I want those carefree days back and stop worrying about the bills to be paid with my small job at the shop.

But then I realize that I cannot change the circumstances or the wind, but I can change the way I think.

I am responsible for my future and it will be bright!


This is a fiction written for Write Tribe’s Wednesday Picture Prompt : The Boy

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