Hamid khan
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The Day We Forgot to Say Goodbye
I still remember the coffee we never drank. That morning had been unusually cold for August. Clouds hung low and heavy like wet blankets over the city, and people rushed down the streets as if they could outrun the weight in the air. You stood by the window, watching the rain without really seeing it. I stood in the doorway, trying to memorize the way you looked right then—half here, half somewhere far away.
By Hamid khan6 months ago in Families
The Swing Still Moves
We never took the swing down. Even after three years, it still hangs quietly in the backyard, suspended between the thick arms of our old maple tree. Its ropes are faded now, the seat sun-bleached and cracking at the edges, but somehow it keeps holding on — just like us. It creaks in the breeze some mornings, as if moved not by wind but by memory.
By Hamid khan6 months ago in Families
