It happened when I was only twelve years old. I went to school. I was then in class three. I had a good friend. When I went to school, my friend and I would sit on the same bench. One day my friend told me to go to his house. I agreed to go to friend's house.
Then the school holidays are over. My friend and I went home. I reached my friend's house. Then in the afternoon I left for home, but I forgot my way home. I don't understand anything then. I am twelve years old.
Then when I didn’t recognize the road to my house, I started crying. Finally an old man asked me why are you crying? I told my story. Then the old man delivered me to my house. I pray from the bottom of my heart today that the old man will be well wherever he is.