My grandfather left me on the school threshold . All along the way, he was holding my hand and saying things. I can't remember what.
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The pencil box
The pencil box
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I will never forget the day I was stung by a bee in my arm when my father gave me that wooden pencil box for the back to school. I was about eight or nine. I felt proud and was envied by my classmates.