Salams,
Ramadhan Kareem.
Miracles always happen. That is what I used to write before. Used to believe.
I read Enno's writing about her Mum. Like her, I do not resemble my Mum. Or my Dad. Not even my Grandparents on my Mum's side. Judging from Dad's story, I do not resemble my grandparents from his side either.Both sides are handsome.
Peculiar.
I grow uglier every year. Maybe it reflect my uglier soul. Allah Kareem.
