So he said,

“Right now I’m in a position like one side is a wall, another side is a boat and my one leg is at the wall and the another one is in the boat. If I am to climb on the wall, the wall is so high and I will not be able to hold my self and I will fall. If I jump on the boat, there is no guarantee if i will survive on it, because the boat is not strong enough to take me to the river.”

I am not sure if I am the wall, or the boat, or not in the story.

I can just smile. The big lump in my throat still lingers…

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