once there lived a small family which was very poor but they lived a happy life. dad would go to work and did mom. left alone in the house was a three year baby with its grandma, loved by all the family members, had a happy smile in his face, love has flourished his growth. waiting for his milk the granny was away to buy it, but dad and mom returned but not the granny, worried over it started tearing up the child, conscious of his mind hitted him a bit saying there is something wrong, go and check on my granny. started crying the child while the parents were shushing -pushing the places to find the old mother but while there was a crowd hustling near a particular area, the dad ran over the pitch and called out the God, crying for his mom, ran over to her held her in his lap poring his poorand rich love on her , called the ambulance went over to the hospital just find a very young doctor treating a women who had head injury and blood was flowing out. after that incident of his witnessing the treatment of his own mother, the doctor came and said she is alright just fainted due to shock and take care of her. the family was returned to home after that accident and the happy smile which always showed away in their faces was gone and the granny was in a bit deep sleep (coma). the baby crawled over to their parents, and said the word amma, appa.
if I get to witness that my story is liked by many then I would prefer to write a lot more.
time doesn't depend on anyone and runs in Istanbul way, so humans must be like that too.
