My childhood story on flood
Long ago in a neighborhood named as TMN BRINGIN there was dark brown water. Full of the fragrance of unpleasant smells and dunk. With dirty and craps. All of the people the entire homeland and also the neighborhood TMN BRINGIN, responded with yuck, yuck, yuck. But long onward they were no longer say yuk but they say Oh my god, please save us the sinners and we will prepare feast if you do so. So, there was a change in TMN BRINGIN. The flood became much worse.
And there is a boy that is still holding lolipop small and chubby, with almond shaped eyes, with a blue thick jacket. Wandering around the village walking without direction across ditch and ...view middle of the document...
If the canal can talk, he will talk like this, I don’t want make you die here, I can accept dirty, dunks and poop here but not you. You are much worse than dunks and poop. You have brain but you still stupid.
Unfortunately, the boy is still alive. He was saved by a great hero of honor. A kind soul saved him. The hero was a man with a thinning hair swept back at his forehead. His head was shining bright like a diamond in the sky. He was the chubby boy’s father. His father was bringing his son to their home while the boy was in a half on conscience. But… in a half conscience, the chubby boy learned a lesson. That what his parents said on not to wander around the village was true. He became much wiser now because he obedient in whatever his father said and take the value from his father sincerely when his father scolded him for his own goodness.
That’s why the chubby boy is still here for you. That’s why you see what I wrote now for a simple reason that the chubby boy was me. But I’m no longer a stupid chubby boy but a wise man because I have turned over a new leaf for the reason that my father was my hero and will always be my hero. So, no matter what your parents advise you as long as it’s for you own goodness, don’t hurt them. If you hurt them, you can’t see them cry, but in their heart, they are crying. But still they love you. But still they wish that we live happily. But still we hate them. But still we hope them to go. But when the time has come for them to go, that’s where, we are the one that regret and crying. But, it’s useless even a river of blood tears don’t make them live once again.