MY PARENTS

I have printed my foot prints on this fantastic earth which is keeping on my days more beautiful than my present days. After my mother stopped crying, I have started crying. My father and mother holding me on their hands and commanding my beauties by letting me cry. I can remember the fight between my parents in deciding the best place in which my studies should be started. My mother have selected my costumes and made my appearance beautiful. My father tried a lot and develops my knowledge by making me to read many books which are suitable for my age. I remember those tears from my mother’s eyes while sending me to college which is little bit far away from home. I never missed them in my life. I have grown up now going to make their life beautiful.