Now that she was alone, her tears fell freely as she noticed Dave’s palm prints still smeared all over the mirror. She bent down and picked her make...up off the floor before getting dressed slowly, sighing as the MC told her she was on in ten minutes. When Polly eventually went out on stage, she may have been wearing the same outfit and dancing to the same song, but there was no passion or conviction in the way she performed. It was as if she was detached from her body, looking down at herself. !!My mother was their parent’s only child however she had always stayed in a joint family in the village she had a younger brother off course cousin, maa made sure she always kept good contact with them and they always would be at amour place. Infect maa had helped uncle to get a job in the middle east too.My mother’s only option would be to call my uncle’s wife who was there in maa’s native village.She lived a very dignified life and she only had one 8 year old son, maa had only her as an. "Martin what brings you down here?" Adrian asked. Talk of the stupid director. "Hey Adrian. I have this for you." I said handing him the papers from the meeting. I sat down in his office which was full of past pictures and ornaments of old advertisements for everything. You name it, it was up there. "Whose the idiot that thought this bunch of bullshit up?" he said tossing the folder on the table. "This idiot," I replied with a smile. "Seriously?" he asked his jaw dropped. "Yeah. Angel said. Yes, hope. Feeling the arms of another around him as he wrapped his own around them. A mutual Love that was ungrounded by society and the people around them. One that opened his eyes and made him feel worth. After years of being beaten with words, guilt and suffocated by control, he lost that worth. It danced in the distance never getting closer but yet never going further away. A word that filled his eyes with desire. With a passion to live. A reason to love. God gave him a reason. A reason.