Pretty Preethy - Part 2
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Hi, my dear friends,
It's my pleasure to meet you again. Let me continue telling you about my childhood.
In part 1 of my story, I shared about my father who left me at an early age. Here is one more incident about him told by my mother.
One fine day, my dad took me with him on the bicycle. I was 2 years old at that time. He bought some groceries and rode the bicycle heading towards our home. On the way, he stopped the bicycle and went to buy some more things. A terrible and spine chilling incident took place.
A two-wheeler came fast and dashed against the bicycle. I who was seated in a basket which was fixed in the front part of the bicycle, fell down on the road. When my father returned, he saw me in a pathetic state. Assuming that I was dead, he just escaped from the place as soon as he could. I was lying on the road speechless.
Our house owner who passed that place by chance noticed me. He carried me home and handed over me to my mom who was shocked to know what really happened.
By the grace of God, nothing happened to me. I was alive with small injuries. Knowing that I'm alive, my dad returned home after one week.
Moral: Even your parents may forsake and forget you. But the Almighty God will never forget you.