“Oh, what’s with the sudden visit? I heard from the neighborhood that those young boys only got to visit that house on special occasion, unfortunately a sad… only during the death anniversary of one of the lads mother, who used to live in there,” my mom answered.
Finally, getting rid of the soap bubbles on his hand using the running water coming off from the faucet, he dried it using a small cloth hanging on the sad.
“What a tragic story,” my dad just commented. Whoa! I didn’t know my dad has some surprisingly new words in his vocabulary. I mean, the word ‘story’ sounds more for teenagers or for feminines.
“You say it. I am guessing those lads were not probably taking proper meals now, provided they were too young and manly to even learn to be responsible for themselves,” my m
