The Purple Shawl

My heart was flying high as I was dancing on a garden.There were lots of flowers – beautiful, of course,and I was quite sure that the flowers were smiling and leaves clapping for me.These flowers and

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I breathed in air; she breathed in the air. She walked over a bridge; I walked over the bridge. We walked together over the bridge to catch up our Math class at 7am.

My teachers are my heros

My teachers are my heros. There is not only one name. The teachers who taught me in school, college and university – these are my heros. I have deep respect towards my teachers.