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MY SON SHAWN

Its 11 pm. And iam on my bed as usual. Reclined agaist the headrest of my bed with my laptop over me. I can feel the sound of silence. Silence has the most distinct sound. Quiiiiiieeeeet ! as I rest on my 11th floor room , where the hum drums of the civilized world below can never dare to ente,r all I can hear is the gush of air being pumped out of the air conditioner and the intermittent sound of its compressor , that’s apparently demanding a service ! I am writing this because now I have lot of time . if I don’t, callous memories of my son will surround me and I dread them as much as I dread the evil spirits ! Once upon a time this was shawns room. He would take care everything in his room was a perfect eight. Oh well I can still see his highly possessed toys and his volumes of books and hobby materials stacked in array ! oh yes I how can I forget to see his dearest buddy. His laptop,, on which he would play games, write , and draw his own world. aah! They have suddenly lost thei...