It was during summer holidays of 1982 that my father brought home a puppy. He had feathery white furs all over and big black beautiful eyes. Read story of pet
My writing this social story has been done with the intention of putting my point across that however old we grow, every one of us do have a hidden passion inside us and you should always find time to pursue it.
After performing his last rites and rituals, she found her house surrounded by many relatives, half of whom she had never seen when her father was alive.