The Prime Ministerap

The east bedroom was filled with cries, but these weren't the usual wails of a child. They were stifled sobs, laced with a deep, heartbreaking sense of grievance that tugged at your heartstrings.,Before the words could be spoken, footsteps sounded outside the door. Before anyone entered, a concerned voice came in first.,The people in the room walked towards the newcomer. He was thin and lanky, hunched over, looking much older than his less than thirty years.。