The tiny stall is their home, not a house.
My original picture, a random market place.
Not everyday the sun will rise from the east, at times a random point will host it overnight and forget to make an escort. That is how we'll all end up confused. No good wind will seem to favor us since the wrong command was initiated.
But on them, everyday seems to be the wrong one. Not even a single day has it failed to rain, bringing along some strong winds which in turn knocks down the polythene walls, their house. Fate has it's own way of serving justice to all but it seems to have ranked them wrongly due to their never ending happiness. Among the haves is them, wrong judgement. No appeal. The bright smiles on their faces has brought some bad luck, every evil man wants to get a taste of what it feels to being with the daughters of this tiny house.
"Get enough for the ailing boy. Am on the meals, we can no longer continue waiting for a donation which we are almost sure will find it's way into some monsters belly before the tiny spills land on our hands. "
"Good bye, keep half of the luck. You also need it"
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****Keep smiling. Be happy always.****
Great thanks for reading through my post, see you on the next tiny moment.
You believe the is and will be good, support me.