Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘I’m not ready for
what this is,’ she cried as
he stood helplessly staring at
the ring collecting flakes next
to her middle finger. ‘Neither
am I,’ he whispered. ‘We’re
kids, who are about to
become parents.’
Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘I’m not ready for
what this is,’ she cried as
he stood helplessly staring at
the ring collecting flakes next
to her middle finger. ‘Neither
am I,’ he whispered. ‘We’re
kids, who are about to
become parents.’


Nice !
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responsibilities do tend get in the way, but it happens for a purpose, so life brings meaning to those who gets through it.
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i had known the feeling,
many years back!
chris
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nice short write, expresses a whole host of emotions in just a few words, good job 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Deep. Beautiful. Touching and thought provoking. Love your work Ibrag
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Thanks Charis 🙂
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that, would be the problem with young parents these days, they are totally not ready to take up the responsibilities, and, they’d forgotten to use protection, and, out pops those pretty little mistakes…
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Beautifully written! I love how you captured their fear and the end, “Kids about to become parents”.
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Thank you 🙂
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Stunning photography! I enjoyed the stillness of the dialogue. So swollen with emotion within limited verbiage.
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Thank you 😀
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