Walking home one Saturday night after a community convocation, I tripped on my way to my car and I almost fell flat on my face, but then my walking stick somehow saved me from falling. It seem like my father gave me a hand. I thought to myself that my father may have given me this walking stick for an occasion like this.
This walking stick is important to me because it was a gift from my father and by receiving it, my father introduced his whole family to the heros honor in the community.
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My Father's Walking stick (personal story)
Ficción históricaThis story is going about my father's walking stick. My father wanted me to write a story about this and I had to because he is my father and I didn't want to upset him. If you don't like the story then don't read it and no hate comments. Because if...
