A story about a struggle for a good life - Story in 55 words
|“Next please,” summoned the immigration officer.
Shoulders drooping, I approached him, struggling to obliterate depressing memories of a weeping wife and a howling daughter as I bade them farewell. Holidays ended, I had to return to my Gulf job. Alone!
Passport stamped; time to embrace twelve months of separation, loneliness and yearning!
Price of prosperity!