Me and my sister; we were adopted. I came floating down the 1979 flood which hit The House, attached to Mother Creeper that bore me. The Grandfather told The Household to keep me somewhere on The Porch. When The Night was over, morning, I could be lost. But it so happened that, that night my grandfather started struggling with a bad stomach ache and his doctor told him that a newborn's urine is what he should try for. I was there on the porch, and I had urine. Since my urine, administered as prescribed by A doctor gave him relief, The Grandfather let A servant woman to keep me inside for the night. Nothing is waste. Somehow the next morning and the following mornings, nobody seemed to have time or be bothered to take me out of the house. So I stayed… That is how i was adopted and got my parents.
Aaa… My sister. She doesn't have any big story. Some dog bit her wrapped in a cloth and put her in our compound and she too just stayed.
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3 comments:
"...some dog bit her..."
thats just tragic man.
what!! u DARE actually write these down!
after relating this to e.
so, u tell this stuff to others too.
i thot it was just gullible, ole me!
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2010 X 108 Greetings, Shyam!
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