res...its gonna b my first comment on ur writings, i wish to make it special😳
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i was 6 years old whn my brother was born. i was really happy. but then the baby started getting more attention n little me started to feel insecure. then one day all hell broke lose. my dad forgot to bring my ice cream but he bought my brother's baby food...i locked myself in my room n started throwing things. my parents became tensed. after lot of persuation, i opened the door.
then my dad took me out to buy ice cream...on our way back home, he took me to a slum n orphanage..."orphan" n "poverty" fhese 2 words were quite unknown to me at that age...i just couldnt believe that a girl/boy have no family or barbie dolls, they dont get to eat chocolate, ice creams everyday!
i felt sooo sad. i asked my father, "i want to get them.out of this situation, what can i do for them...dad said instead of eating all the chocolates, i can save some for them, i can give them my toys as i have loads of them...i can give them money like he does. i said, i donr have money...then he said i got the chance to study...i have to study hard n that ll give me chance to earn money for them...my little mind took each of his words seriously...
even after all these years, i remember this incident.
does that mean i dont fight wid my bro or parents anymore! no, i n my brother still fight wid each other lot, but at the same time i know how lucky we r to have each other n what a good life we lead compared to many others...
ur OS reflected this incident of my life😊
Edited by -HEAVEN- - 11 years ago
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