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 *To the Funny Guy on the Street* Behind most smiley faces   lie freshly shed tears, like raindrops on a sunny day,   hidden just beneath the surface.   To you, dear,   what keeps you up all night?   What shadows linger in your thoughts,   like ghosts haunting an empty hallway?   What memories echo in your mind,   urging you to hit your head on the wall,   only to stop, fearing the bruises   will reveal your silent battle? I truly want to know.   I want to hear your story,   the symphony of sorrows you carry   beneath your cheerful disguise.   Or perhaps I shouldn’t,   for I might lack the capacity to comprehend   the depths of your unspoken pain. But still, thank you,   for insisting I won’t frown,   at least not when you're around,   turning your mask into a beacon of light   in my d...

" Hi Mother! It's been a while How are you doing ?" In reality, it's been a while She saw me Busy with work I doubt she knows my face   But, her eyes beamed Her lips almost a smile  But her face motionless " How can I help you " My head spun Shock! Must be an understatement She's suppose to be my mother I'm no client Neither have I any business proposal " Mother! Is that how you welcome your daughter ? I thought to greet you mother" " Do you have Financial issues ?" She asked  " No mother ," I replied  " Then why are you here ?" " To see and greet you ma," " You've seen me, You can leave." "Mother! "If I leave, you may never see me again " I said with teary eyes She stood up, Got a glass, Poured herself a drink, Raised it up and drank. In essence, she doesn't care Yet... she's my mother © Ebube