I am so blod
I used to be so small
Now I think that l’m old, enough to be say how strong my mother was, when we had nothing but the cold
I have a father who so strong,
He always fight from his own, with the world his son’s grow on
I grow up with my brother who has brilliant ideas of his own, he can think fast and smart he is so strong, he will never fails he will carry on
Thank you y’all for helping us to go on,
And you should know that we come for all, One day our story will be written on a gold wall.
Written By Banusha Yasminda.