A false love affair
Article No. 07
Hello friends, how are you? I hope everyone is well. And I wish good luck to those who are not good. The story that I will tell you today depends entirely on memory. This is an incident of my childhood. Now let's start the story-
Many years ago. Then I might be in fifth grade. You can understand how many childhood stories. Telling from memory can change the story a little bit. Yet I will try to keep the truth correct.
I had a cat then. I hope you understand that this is a cat's story. The cat was my favorite pet. I would not have spent my days without him. I could play with him almost all day long. I would talk to him and feed him. We slept together at night.
But my mother was very angry. She was the exact opposite of me. She would get angry whenever she saw a cat and even kicked. She would not feed the cat. Still, I kept cats. For me she endured all. No parent can bear the cry of a son.
Friends, tell me, is a cat a very bad animal? At that time I thought it was a very bad animal. Now I understand that it is not really a bad animal. Listen to me, I am saying that there is a reason behind mom's beating the cat .
My mother also had a beautiful cat. He also liked cats very much like me. He had the same habit as me. He was crazy about cats. But one day he was sleeping with the cat. The mother could not understand when one of the cat's legs fell under the mother's back while she was sleeping. The mother disliked the cat since the cat bit the mother in pain. I heard this story from my grandfather.
I heard an incident from my grandmother. My mother had a high fever since the cat was bitten. She was given an injection after that. Mother used to say wrong things in her sleep. The fever lasted for about a week. The main reason for this fever was fear. He could not go out alone because of fear. Didn't go to play. Since then he has become inattentive in his studies. The effects of that fear are still there. That is why mother still does not like cats.
I apologize for the inconvenience. Let's come to my cat. My cat looked fresh white. White is my very favorite color. But sadly, the cat did not stay with me for long. Suddenly I see that he is dead one day. The cause of his death is still a mystery to me.
Maybe the relationship is false but his memory is not false. Not a lie to me. I still remember him in the late afternoon while walking alone. In my every silent moment.
That's all for today, see you guys tomorrow with a new article with new thoughts.