“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?” Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him.
This section contains short stories with moral at the end.
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, “God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!”
There lived an old tiger in a forest. He could not hunt animals as he used to do when he was young.
It was becoming difficult to get prey.
Gorelal was a famous sculptor. His sculptures looked real ones.
One day he saw a dream that after fifteen days, the demon of Death would come to take him.
It was a hot day at the beach and as a man was walking past, he noticed a young boy throwing something into the sea. The boy did this several times. He picked up something from the sand and kept throwing it into the sea.