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My hero
My hero is my father. When you read this you will probably ask “Why?”
I shall answer. Sometimes I think he is a hero, a real hero. No, no, don’t
think that he can climb mountains or do something else. But I think that
he has gold hands, because he can do everything. He is a good master
and a good father, who is devoted to his wife and to his children. He can
collect very difficult and strange machines. And when you see these
machines you will be very surprised. That is why my father is my hero,
my only sunshine.
Without him I am nothing.
Zorhabyan Arpine
Age 13 years
School #150, Yerevan
Armenia
Beggars
They were lying in the street,
Looking for someone to meet.
They were stretching their hand
And they couldn’t ever stand.
They were crying for money
That will give them some honey.
They were crying in pain
Just like animals tied in chain.
Why don’t you all share?
It will make them feel
That there is someone
To love them and care.
Pallavi Thapa
Grade 8
Nobel Academy, Kathmandu
Nepal
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