I'm going to write a lot of fairy tales at night and it's really crazy, unfortunately I'm not a great poet and I have to sit longer and something I have to write there and do I have doubts that scare me, my mind I was so confused I didn't focus on what I wanted to tell and it was very strange, my neglected white pen and paper didn't touch them and they just lay around like trash.
One day uncle was sitting and smoking, at that time I was not allowed to be a smoker by uncle, I tried my best to be able to take uncle's cigarettes while they were asleep wow, this is a good opportunity to smoke cigarettes without anyone seeing, I don't waiting a long time finally I burned a cigarette, then uncle sat and peeked at my silly action, finally uncle knocked on my head with a wood, what are you doing uncle said, there is no uncle I just sit and burn garbage, I collect a lot of garbage and burn it in the house and that's my excuse.
Uncle walked around me they found cigarette marks, they finally beat my ass four times, I was very scared and ran away from home for the whole day, mom and uncle threatened me not to give me dinner, and wouldn't let me sleep in the room they told me to sleep outside oh my fate is so messed up what should i do?
Exactly at 12 pm safe didn't sleep last night they were watching me from inside the house, in my little heart I won't do this again and quit smoking, I'm still a kid and not old enough to be a heavy smoker, sorry I am uncle, my mother admits I was wrong and I promise I will never do that stupid thing again.
