During my adolescent days, I always pray and wish that god should buy my mum a car. Every night when she comes back from work I often hope that my prayer is answered, so I rush to the gate always to meet her hoping she would bring her car home. All these years I wished in vain. In my quest to see my wish come true, I stopped praying rather i disciplined myself and worked hard and in no time I brought to life that picture that i have always painted, only that this time there was no one to welcome me at the gate.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 20:59:07 +0000
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