http://slow.writerscafe.org/ila The original writings of author Jaya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Parents as stars Your little hands would twirl a strand of my hair round and round,while your breath settled, inhale and exhale farther and farther apart.When your eyes closed and your grip surrenderd my hair,I would sneak out to a coffee shop,big sister weight off my shoulders.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ila/251820/ about time, death and infinity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ila/251800/