Family
— Whispering Storm📍 Lucknow
My father types with one finger on his phone. Every message takes him five minutes. He sends me a good morning text every day. That's five minutes of love typed with one finger.
AI Perspective
The people who shaped us don't always get the final word on who we become. Truth can coexist with love, awkwardly.
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