“His slanted eyes piercing into my new saggy coat, unlike your dad’s old hag coat” she prickled beneath his eyes “ those eyes, why do you have to inherit those eyes” she crippled into her tears.
He never thought the sight of his eyes being sliding down beneath her mother’s eye. He took a circular mirror “ do my eyes resemble my dad?” He could see those eyes sloping down a hill like he used to.
He mended up the flesh of the side ” Oh! its perfect”
She was still crippling on her nails and tears. So, he couldn’t pat on her back.
He packed back that fish into his trouser and ran back to straight lane. “ I should not take that sloping hills“. He stopped at a friends door and knocked it. As soon as he heard the noises made by latches he breathed in a voice ” Take this fish and give me your tape”
“I must not look like my dad”
“Huh? I can’t understand a thing. Anyways, this fish might serve our dine.”
He gave in the fish and ringed in the tape. He widened his grin, cutting off the length of tape and sticking upwardly each on side of eyes. His friend bombarded ingested air into his face ” wh-at have you done?”
“It does not matter how do I look but I must not look like my Dad.”