@mobarok0210 3 April 2021 more from that month

I was then in class four. Sir asked us to write a paragraph. The topic was Best Friend. I looked at my best friend and started writing with a smile. Everyone's writing is over. Sir told everyone to stand with their notebooks. First it was my turn. I wrote everything I knew about my best friend. Everyone in the class clapped their hands. Sir said, "Very well. Then call your best friend, listen to him." My best friend finished reading the wire. I was not in his paragraph. Everyone in the class clapped again. Sir also said it has been very good. However, no one noticed that the hand clap of one of the hands was missed. Returning to my house that day with a suppressed cry. Life seemed meaningless. The pain of not being a best friend's best friend was there for a long time. Then I thought those who are really lucky are the best friends of their best friends. Thoughts have changed a lot over time. Now I understand that no one is actually the best. I am my best friend. //.....//.....//.....//....// Collected #Giveaways