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Why can’t daddy just die?. He asked himself. Nothing would bring him pleasure to see his daddy’s dead body…To attend his daddy’s funeral.
Every day thousand people die in freak accidents. Why can’t his daddy be one of them. He asked himself.
Every nights he would pray his daddy would not return home alive. But his prayers had gone unanswered.
His daddy returned home every night, drunk as usual. In his bad moods, he would beat his mother and him till blue black.
Their tears makes no difference. Their scream remain unheard . His daddy continues to beat them without compassion.
Every night it will be same routine. He would go to bed with tears streaming down from his eyes, pain dancing throughout his body and prayers in his heart that his daddy must die tomorrow
Every day thousand people die in freak accidents. Why can’t his daddy be one of them. He asked himself.
Every nights he would pray his daddy would not return home alive. But his prayers had gone unanswered.
His daddy returned home every night, drunk as usual. In his bad moods, he would beat his mother and him till blue black.
Their tears makes no difference. Their scream remain unheard . His daddy continues to beat them without compassion.
Every night it will be same routine. He would go to bed with tears streaming down from his eyes, pain dancing throughout his body and prayers in his heart that his daddy must die tomorrow
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