When my eleven-year-old daughter was four months old, I had to go back to work. I took the bus to the office every day. I was impressed by a bus attendant, a well-built young man with black hair, good teeth and a beautiful smile. He always helped all of the passengers on the bus. I …
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The Desk Letters
I was a little girl in a small village. I left my village and moved to the city for high school. I was accepted into a famous school in the city after I had passed the exam with good results. The first year, I studied in the afternoon. I was seated at the first row of tables to see everything better because I was small and nearsighted. I liked this seat.