The school bag (how the life hits)

Steps of new beginning

After seven days finally baba came back from his work ,we used to talk on phone calls and when he came closer to me on the day of arrival he shake my hand and hugged a little as i was a young boy ,,but the boys are not much closer to father compared that of mother ,As the day passed ,we had a nice dinner and we were talking to late night ,he showed me some photographs with his colleagues and had bring a watch for me ,i was happy and i kept that in my pocket and after this all ,baba closed the light and said"now muneeb go and sleep ,i did the same and went,

Next morning,

I got out of bed and started to clean my room. I put away my books and clothes, and I even made my bed. It was a small start, but it felt good to be taking control of my life.

As I finished cleaning my room, I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. "Muneeb, beta, come and have some breakfast," she said.

I went downstairs and found my mother making pancakes in the kitchen. My father was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. They both smiled at me as I sat down.

"Good morning, Muneeb," my father said. "I'm glad to see you're taking care of yourself."

I smiled back at him, feeling happy and grateful. "Thanks, Baba," I said. "I'm trying to do better."

My mother put a plate of eggs in front of me, and I dug in, savoring the salty texture. It was a small pleasure, but it felt good to be enjoying a meal with my family.

As we ate, my father began to talk about his plans for the day. He was going to the market to buy some fresh vegetables, and he asked me if I wanted to come with him.

I nodded eagerly, feeling happy and excited. It was going to be a new day, a new beginning. And I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

My father and I walked to the market, enjoying the fresh air and the sound of birds chirping. The market was bustling with activity, with vendors selling everything from fresh produce to spices and textiles.

My father and I walked through the stalls, looking for the freshest vegetables and the best deals. My father was a skilled negotiator, and he was able to get us some great prices on the vegetables we needed.

As we shopped, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for my father. He was a hardworking and responsible man, and I was grateful to have him as my role model.

After we finished shopping, my father and I walked back home, carrying our bags of vegetables. As we walked, I felt a sense of contentment and happiness. It had been a good day, and I was grateful for the time I had spent with my father.

As we got home, my mother was waiting for us with a warm smile. "How was your day, Muneeb?" she asked.

"It was great, Mama," I replied. "Baba and I had a good time at the market."

My mother nodded, smiling. "I'm glad to hear that, beta. Now, why don't you go and rest for a bit? You can help me with dinner later."

I nodded, feeling happy and grateful. I was tired from our trip to the market, and I was looking forward to resting for a bit.

As I lay down on my bed, I felt a sense of peace and contentment. It had been a good day, and I was grateful for the time I had spent with my family.

I closed my eyes, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. I was tired, but I was also happy. I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and opportunities, and I was ready to face them head-on.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of hope and optimism. I knew that I still had a lot to learn, but I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

As I slept, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. I knew that I still had a lot to learn, but I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and renewed. I got out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

As I was brushing my teeth, my father called out to me from downstairs. "Muneeb, beta, come and have some breakfast," he said.

I went downstairs and found my mother making parathas in the kitchen. My father was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. They both smiled at me as I sat down.

"Good morning, Muneeb," my father said. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

I smiled back at him, feeling happy and grateful. "Thanks, Baba," I said. "I'm feeling much better now."

My mother put a plate of parathas in front of me, and I dug in, savoring the crispy, flaky texture. It was a small pleasure, but it felt good to be enjoying a meal with my family.

As we ate, my father began to talk about his plans for the day. He was going to the office to work on some important projects, and he asked me if I wanted to come with him.

I nodded eagerly, feeling happy and excited. It was going to be a new day, a new beginning. And I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

As we finished our breakfast and got ready to leave, I felt a sense of hope and optimism. I knew that I still had a lot to learn, but I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way.

And as we walked out of the house, I felt a sense of excitement. I knew that today was going to be a great day, a day filled with new experiences and opportunities.