You were a little child. Mother was busy cooking and other household chores . But you used to disturb mother. Sometimes mother rebuked you. Then you started crying. Your little eyes would be filled with tears. And very silently you came to me. My little sister my computer was your playing ground. You always sat on my computer without finishing your homework. Father told you many words for this. You were careless. My room was always echoed by your laughing and shouting . When I came back from Dhaka I was your best friend. You used to were my dress and show yourself to all of my family members. My dear sister your imagination was too little to understand how beautiful you were looked. You were the soul of our family. Time has gone as it goes according to its adamant rules. You are now not a child. You are a doctor now. You have gone to complete your degree to America. I hear you are coming next month. I am waiting for you processing the same waiting as you do when I came back from Dhaka. Now I am a retired man and your career is being started. but you are really very little any will be little to my eyes. I am expecting your sound journey. take care bye
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 04:42:06 +0000
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