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The Morning After I Killed Myself… The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast and opened fridge for the milk. I washed the dishes and folded the towels. I stared into the rising sun. Bright streaks of red, pink and orange slowly overcame the dark blue and purple of the twilight sky…The sky resembled a prism, all the colors blended perfectly into each other ! It was mesmerizing as it is inviting me to stare deep into the horizon… The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. I fell in love with my mom and the way she keeps on cleaning, cooking and doing chores whenever she has the time and strength to do so. It surely isn’t a cake walk to cook my favourite dishes, neaten the linens, keep up with her schedule and manage ours too! And do all of this again the upcoming day and the day following it and on and on! No holidays, no stipend, no raise… just a sincere affection ! I fell in love with my dad. The way he manage...