My story...
I don't know why parents are always weird or sometimes behave weird but this is a little lifetime story that I will live to tell my great-grandchildren if God wishes so. It happens that we on holiday back then in primary school, who even wants to hear about primary stories, anyway let me steal a second or even a minute from your busy schedule and tell you about my story. We are at home with my sister and cousin ( names are not important) for three weeks of staying at home, my dad decides to give us a composition to write about; never mind what the topic was all about because I can't even remember. When the three week holiday was almost over and my cousin had to rush home to see his mum and pick some stuff, he did the composition and left his paper for marking next to my father's normal seat. After two weeks if his depature and my dad realises that we have not submitted ours, he calls us and all we could do at the moment is keep our mouths shut having no proper reason to giv...