Hello my dear all friends
Every person has some dreams. But in the reality of a middle-class family, many dreams turn into dust. I come from that family there are hobbies, there are desires, but there was no ability to fulfill them. The story that I will tell today is a memory of my life, which is still a pain buried in my heart. And that pain reminds me the value of a mother's love can never be measured.
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My name is Sajib. I am the son of a middle-class family. My father is a mason. Every person in the world has hobbies but cannot fulfill them due to lack of money. I am one of them. I have hobbies but cannot fulfill them. There is a short story that happened to me in a world of lack. Because of which I still cannot sleep properly at night. I still keep that pain in my chest. When I can establish myself, that pain will go away. I was in class eight at that time. I need money to fill my form. When I came home, I told my father, I need money for my fill-up. My father told me that I do not have that much money now, let's see if I can collect it. Meanwhile, it was time for the fill-up one day. My father left the house in the morning and returned home that evening. I ran and said that the money was collected. My father was silent for a long time and then said in tears that the money was not collected. I then went home and lay down without saying anything. I cried all night, I thought it was due to lack of money. And I couldn't study anymore. I spent the night somehow. In the afternoon, my father gave me money and told me to fill out the form that was given to me at school. I took the money and filled it out.
For two days, I noticed that my mother kept it in front of me with a long hair and a cloth. One night, while eating, I noticed that my mother had no jewelry in her ears. I asked my mother where her earrings were. She said that I gave the money I sold for your filling. From that day on, I realized how much a mother's love is for her child. There is no one like a mother. She can sacrifice everything for the welfare of her child. It is because of her sacrifice that I was able to continue my studies today. I am currently studying in the 3rd year of honors. When I become established, I will use my first income to make my mother an earring.
This is not just a story—it is a real experience from my life. This memory reminds me every day why I should never give up.
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