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TO MY DEAR SON

  TO MY DEAR SON
           —–
It is getting late viswanathan rushed to go to office.Daddy! a call called him and diverted his attention
  I have to remit my fees today otherwise i will be sent out. viswanathan asked can you please wait for twodays before that i will make arrangements dear.
    No Daddy today is the last day
yesterday circular came to my teacher
He harshly instructed me to remit today
it self.
  I see i will ask loan from my officer and i will come to your school
fro remitting fees. Dont Worry!
  viswanathan  arrived his office and asked advance foe his son to remit his fees by disclosing the fact
  his manager reluctantly denied  and
permission to go to his son’s school is
also denied
 Time is going on…. Now the time is eleven
  in  a hurry,He rushed to a private
hospital and voluntarily donated his three bottles of blood  "O" possitive
for Rs 900/- and get money
   rushe………..d to school and
reached.
   remitted the fees with smile,pain.tirednessout of all these with over whelming love on his son

            SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
 

— SAKTHEEE2007, Jul 21, 2007

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