Gomer's grief.
A sudden noise woke me up. A car screeched past me. I checked my phone it was 4 am. I was lying on the footpath. And suddenly my whole body started to ache. I couldn't get up. I felt my back was broken. One of my eyes felt sore and my legs felt numb. How did I reach here? I tried to recognise the place, and slowly the picture started getting a bit clearer. A flashback and for a nanosecond I remembered my teen days passing the same streets with my friends totally care free from the worries of this world. A nanosecond later reality struck. I was in the same world facing defeat every day. It was four years since I had seen mum. I left her to pursue my so called dream. She had opposed my idea and like the adamant person I had always been I left her all alone to fend for herself. I wanted to be a model. And being the overconfident teenager I was I took a train to the City. A few clothes, few bars of chocolate and a Bible. I did not know what the Bible was for but I kept it...
