“There is always a choice,' I whispered. Looking at the storm-flared sky, my heart filled up like a sinking boat, sadness welling up faster than I could ship it out with my cupped hands. 'You choose to come after me… — Irfan Master Copy Share Image
I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose. — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
