I guess we too, were children once.

Just a little bittersweet journey on how the Bengali kids of Bangladesh have a pair of sarcastic parents, neighbours, relatives, teachers and well everything around. *This is a short story totally based on my own experience. Therefore, no content from this story is intentionally offensive to anyone. If it does offend anyone, I apologize at the very beginning.* *If you even find it a little interesting, don't forget to vote or comment!* #908 in General. #42 in Bangladesh. #8 in Amader Golpo. #20 in Bangla

It was me...it was always me Because I love u too