A few days ago, I went for a walk around a small town.
I wanted to do something I hadn’t done in years.
That’s when I saw an odd structure, on the outskirts of the town, with a large red, white and blue flag.
It was a signpost for a building called a “building depot”.
It was just one of the many signs around town.
It was a strange structure, but it also served a purpose.
For most of the years since I was a child, I lived with a mother who lived in a village in Tamil Nadu, India.
She would go for a day at the foot of a hill in her home village, where she would watch her children play.
She would then go back to her house and wait for her son to return.
If the boy didn’t come back, she would go back for him.
Sometimes, she’d bring her daughters back as well.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my mother.
She was dead when I was little, but she always came back.
My mother had a very happy and simple life.
She never did anything that I couldn’t handle.
She’d have lunch with her family, and her daughter would be there with her.
I would play with her daughters.
She taught me to be independent and happy.
I remember the first time I visited her, when I got my first letter.
She gave me a letter, too, and asked me to take it home and read it.
It gave me courage, and I did.
I thought, If I read this letter, I will be free.
I read it, and was filled with hope.
I was living with a sister, so I never went out.
She worked as a seamstress, but I didn’t have a lot of money.
She also lived in her village, but her family was poor.
She had a son who worked at a construction site.
We had no money, and she was afraid.
But she taught me how to survive.
I learned to be free and to be grateful.
When I went to the village one day, I noticed that there was a big red flag that marked the place where she lived.
I couldn, and couldn’t, believe it.
When I went there, I saw that there were many other signs around the town.
They all had red flags.
And the only one that I could see was that one.
When my mother asked me what I was doing, I said I was going to the depot.
I was told to leave my daughter there.
When we returned home, my father took me to the building.
When he opened the gate, he saw the signpost.
He started crying.
The building was surrounded by huge red flags, and he was crying.
He asked me why I had gone to the house of my mother, and why my daughter had come.
He wanted me to explain to him why I went.
I said, I don’t know.
But I was angry.
I told him I had to go.
I didn’ t want to be alone.
I took my daughter and ran away.
My father called the police.
He came back the next day and took me in his car.
I went back to my mother’s house and asked her what happened.
She told him that she had seen me leaving the building and told me to call her when I came back from work.
He called the house again, and my mother was crying again.
I cried even more, but my mother told me I had better go.
The next day, she came to my house.
She took me back to the old place, where I lived in the house.
I called my father and told him what had happened.
He said, You should tell my daughter what happened, and tell her that I had no choice.
I begged my father to come and take me back.
When the police came to take me, I begged him to come with me, too.
But he said that he had to come alone.
The police asked me who I was, and if I had seen my father.
I explained that I was with my sister, and that my sister had been with me for three months.
I don t remember her name.
The police took me for questioning.
They told me that they were investigating a case of “moral rape”.
I said that my parents were dead and that I wanted my father back.
I could not remember any names.
The officers said that they would look into the matter, and then, I would go with them to the place of the alleged crime.
I had never seen a building like that before.
The officer came back with me to my home, and told my mother that I would be released.
When she came back to me, she was crying, and said, That’s what I wanted.
My father told me not to go to the site, as I had been warned that he would