I used to say in pain, - 'No, pearl, I will not beat you again!' After that, whatever good thing was in front of my hand at that time, so that it would bring deep satisfaction to my soul!
It seemed that with this he might forget my injury.
My most precious gift was to tear the picture out of the book and give it to him.
For this, he often had to stand in the classroom all day long.
But when I saw that the great gift that I had given him, he eagerly took it behind the stove and gave it to his doll's bed, or plastered it with rice on the wall of his playroom, then I would forget all the insults of my classroom.
But I couldn't see that mani cat of hers with both eyes, I couldn't bear it that would caress him so much day and night.
He used to glue the best picture I gave him on the back of that mani kitten to make me angry, and I would slap him and show him the tribhuvan.
When I saw him, I used to make him cry by giving him a strong blow.
Who sees my joy?
The more she cried, the more I would break my face and laugh at her.
One day, the black spots on his back skin of five fingers, but I would leave!
I was surprised after that beating
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