Mary was a little girl who loved everyone. She was happy and contented. She used to have a dairy. Whenever she saw any unique thing,or amazing thing,she would write on her dairy about it. So as a result her dairy got filled with words.
One day her father died. They became very poor. As he was the only bread earner of the family.
Many years passed. Now Mary is a married woman with babies and a working husband.
One day she visited her mother. She talked with them . Then she went in her room. The walls were filled with pictures and drawings. She saw her childhood photos. A smiling and beautiful Mary . Then she examined her face on the mirror. Weary and dull.
She got her dairy. She cried and cried when she read it. She took it to her home. After that,
She became the same happy Mary that she was.
"Thanks friend.you are so good,"she whispered.
One day her father died. They became very poor. As he was the only bread earner of the family.
Many years passed. Now Mary is a married woman with babies and a working husband.
One day she visited her mother. She talked with them . Then she went in her room. The walls were filled with pictures and drawings. She saw her childhood photos. A smiling and beautiful Mary . Then she examined her face on the mirror. Weary and dull.
She got her dairy. She cried and cried when she read it. She took it to her home. After that,
She became the same happy Mary that she was.
"Thanks friend.you are so good,"she whispered.
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