maH dadz tH strongesT

ppL saY goodtimes cmE aftR bad times pass awaY . buT i wondeR what if th bad times taket our spirits to enjoy th goodtimes. hmmm.. i donT really have th habiT to exaggerate things xcept ofcorse in examz .. .. cming to th perview of th title. mah dad is a entrepreneur in the sense he owns a business enterprise. business in th sense its not a trading firm.its a non-trading concern primarily meant to render service now service in mY dad's context in EDUCATION( vital aint it?)
dad had always did usual things in an unusual way. he inspite of runnin a schooL started oFF sericulture in a piece of land inherited froM his forefathers. every wenT well though der were obstacles cause when yo do something not for the sake of doinG but with a will to do , to learn out of it things which abstain you from it too seem to be a welcome noTe ( lol didnt get a worD)
hmmmm..it was dad's usual routine to teach in school then to rush to the farm. he was sort of enjoying it thoroughly.until one wrecked day. it was around 9.30 o 10 , dad usually used to be back bY 8.3opm. me n mum were waiting , sis went to bed coz she an early bird. time rolled on. door bell rang. it wasnt dad bt it was grandma. i sensed smething was wronG. finally she broke the icE. dad was hiT bY An *********( tats a beep word) . dad came home right after her. a bandage round his head.
he was hit by a club when he bent his scooter to start it. tat man had hit him once n dad had eva tried to told his hand inspite of th blood oozing down his face. well, he escaped. our farm is on the outskirts of a village (hometown). dad dint have any rescuE team either. he walked all the way till the milk diary of th village abouT 1o mins walk when yo are normal.met with uncles n the whole incident came to satisfactory end cos iF my uncles werent der it would have tuk him time to reach out to others n the wound wasnt a tinY pricK.
it was jusT a matter oF seconDs if tat person had hit my dad on the right part oF the head then maybe i wouldnt have had one now. Even today sittinG in ouR kitchen discussinG relevant topics i stand on the stool n look into my dad's head. The scaR still remains buT noT the pain. I know me, mum n sis wil neva forgivE taT @r$e buT dad laughs at iT.

AT th end oF thE daY i gO bacK tO beD wiTh a ProuD feeliNg " mah dad is stronger than tH cluB indeed he is the strongesT"