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THE LAST TIME

The last time


I remember three years ago…..


I am dead Harry .I died three years ago I remember the whole incident.


I came from school I was laying on my bed when I saw paper kept next to me .I began to read a letter that contained my death notice.


Respected,


MR. HARRY


THIS LETTER IS SENT TO YOU BY GOD SO BE CAREFUL WHILE READING IT AS ONCE YOU WILL READ IT WILL DESTROY ITSELF.


Harry I am god


I want to tell you that your life will last for only 11 min my son. Do whatever you want but in 11 min.


We will meet soon…….


YOUR OWN


GOD


I was shocked to read it and was zapped to see it destroy itself as it was written


I went to make an important call but the phone was not working .I had lost my 3 min now the countdown began I was left with 8 min .I ran into my room but hit myself against the table and fainted the countdown was running as I was bleeding my life went with my blood. Finally I died


I went to heaven I saw god waiting there for me I told him that he was a liar .then he asked me why was I saying so I told him that he wrote me I got 11 min but I got only 3 to live. Then he asked me what I wanted I told him I wanted a phone to call my mother he gave me 1 min to talk


I dialed the number


Mom-hello!


I-hi mom I wanted to tell u I love u mom


Mom-I know I son


I- no mom u don't I really love u


Mom-it's alright I will call u later


I -mom I don't have time. I love u mom


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My time was over


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As mom reached home she found me dead


Later doctors told that I had died at 1:00 PM but my mom was confused she got my call at 3:00 PM


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But later She understand what I was saying to her and she always kept this a secret between me and her!!!!


 

Mother is the sweetest


Mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She’s not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.