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“Two friends were walking through the desert. At one stage in their journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything he wrote in the sand, ‘Today my best friend slapped me in the face.’ They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to have a wash. The one who had been slapped got stuck in a mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him. After he had recovered from his shock, he wrote on a stone, ‘Today my best friend saved my life.’ The friend who slapped and saved his best friend asked him, ‘After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write in stone, why?’ The other friend replied, ‘When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.'”

One afternoon , a fox was walking through the forest and spotted a bunch of grapes hanging from a lofty branch. ‘Just the thing to quench my thirst,’ he thought. Taking a couple of steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging grapes. The fox tried again but still failed to reach them. Finally , giving up, the fox turned his nose up and said, ‘They’re probably sour anyway,’ and walked away.”

 

: It's quite hard to wake up one morning then find out that you have not been the person you think you are. The twins, especially Chiquitita were yet to discover their real identity and the secret behind why they are wanted either dead or alive. Everything was happening within a twinkle of an eye as if the early hour of that morning had Mr Clifford's family in mind. How can two strangers bring complicated messages of their past to them? Nevertheless, the odd woman who dropped the last impromptu story suddenly became amazed at their tranquility after mentioning the name 'Angelina'. She believed that her gesture was correct when she saw the tears on Chiquitita's eyes. Therefore, she said with a few steps to her, "Wait, are you.." She looked at Isabella too and continued, "Are you the daughters of Angelina Idris?" more inquisition and revelations could be detected from her voice. "They are my daughters" Mr Clifford spoke out boldl

At the early hour of that morning, Mr Clifford's living room became a staring contest avenue because nobody could speak again. They had different things in mind which had been bothering them except Mrs Rose, their step-mother. She was a woman with a kind heart, and most of all, very fun to be with. It's so unfortunate that ever she married Clifford, no offspring has come forth from her. Therefore, she had no choice but to take care of the twins as her own children after Angelina, their biological mother, died after delivery. The twins were only five years old when she came into the family. She has been the only mother they knew and loved. Nevertheless, when Chiquitita noticed the gaze from her sister, she became pissed off and said in a harsh manner, "Stop staring at me like that, Bella! What's your problem!? You've been like this since you woke up from sleep! I don't like it, Please, Stop it" she turned to Eric who never left the door. "Thank yo

: Scratches in the woods of Ehezra stretched from tree to tree, giving out a weary sound that could destabilize a firmed hunter. Canopy trees danced along to the smooth movement of wind that escalated in the forest. Withered leaves suddenly joined in the random movement caused by the wind too. It was like a storm in the high mountains, bending trees and swiping the floor. A young lady in white gown stood in the middle of the stormy forest like a ghost that gazed at the next victim to be tormented. She had a long hair that also kept flying by the wind like the white gown in her body which made her breast without bra clearly seen by any eyes. Even the nipples didn't help matters; they stood erect as if to puncture out of the gown. She wasn't fair in complexion neither was she dark. She's the definition of a brown skin girl. Her name was Isabella. As she stared in the stormy forest, she saw another girl who had her complete resemblance, putting on the same white gown a