Once upon a time I was 9 years old and I always see my father staying with his car. My mother was gone and My father was a angry person.I don't goes to the school and I don't have any friends but neighbors were good. First time I said my dad without fear that why you always stay with this car. When my dad listen he got so angry and say me that don't ask this question anytime. I was so scared that time and have never asked this question to my father, but I always thought in my mind that what's inside that car or what happen to my dad.
My birthday month was going on and after 4 day my birthday was there. On my birthday my neighbors was happy and my father was also happy. On that day I asked that question only to my father that ' please tell me why you stay with that car'....
