Who says only Enid Blyton can write about ideal child and not me? My story is a KISS- Kept It Short and Simple.
Many many years ago (Yes, many) there was an ideal, cutest and sweetest boy, he was smart yet silent. When he went to school, everyone liked him a lot.
But he was more famous among his female teachers. One of them, once kissed him too… Ouch! No one liked it, they were jealous.
He grew up, and grew a moustache too… As usual, like a brilliant student he studied and got a nice job, worked hard and left to some stupid country. After all, he took off his moustache in that country. Never mind, he still looked a hunk!
But there's something that makes him special. Unlike us, he gets younger by a few years, every year on this day… It’s his birthday.
It has been too damn beautiful to know the ideal boy. Wish him all the reasons in the world, of the universe, from the moon, stars and the sun to smile - today and always.
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