The Summer of the Beautiful White Horse

Ch-1

One day back when I (refers to authore) was nine and the world was full of every imaginable kind of magnificence, and life was still a delightful and mysterious dream, my cousin mourad, who was considered crazy by everybody who knew him except me, came to my house at four in the morning and woke me up tapping on the window of my room.

'Aram' he said

I jumped out of bed and looked out of the window.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
It wasn't morning yet, but it was summer with a daybreak not many minutes around the corner of the world it was light enough for me to know I wasn't dreaming.

My cousin Mourad was sitting on a beautiful White horse. I stuck my head out of the window and rubbed my eyes.

Yes,he said in armenian. It's a horse you are not dreaming. Make it quick if you want to ride.

I knew my cousin cousin Mourad enjoyed being alive more than anybody elese who had ever fallen into the world by mistake, but this was more than I could believe.

In the first place, my earliest memories had been memories of horses and my first longings had been longing to ride
This was the wonderful part.
In the second place, we were poor.

AN- HELLO EVERYONE ITS MY FIRST EVER WATTPAD STORY SO BE SUPPORTED AND I WILL TRY ME BEST TO WRITE MORE AND MORE ON EVERY GENRE POSSIBLE.
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