I am falling short of words in expressing my joy as I am going to join my parents at Lahore west after a gap of three years.

I don't have proper words to express my joy as I am going to join my parents in Lahore after a gap of three years.

I don't have proper words to express my joy as I am going to join my parents at Lahore west after a gap of three years.

He was the joy of my life. Words cannot describe what he meant to me ... Sometimes in life you need a little joy, and Smith was it for me.

[The story is a roller-coaster of hope, joy, devastation, disbelief, and numbness.] Words are futile. ... The pain is boundless.

If I had any words of advice for parents with children with this condition, it would be, 'Don't just do something, sit there,'