Once upon a time in the distant past, lived a boy who enjoyed listening to stories every night from his parents, He would lay on bed and pull the blanket over his mouth with his tiny hands and stare into the ceiling listening to his father telling the story of (3o2let el soba3) and how he was able to save his brothers who were always nagging him for being so small, and the story of the king who was imprisoned by his evil brother but eventually escaped with the help of his loyal subjects, or to his mother telling him about “Pinocchio”: the wooden boy with the nose that grows longer whenever he lies, and of course every Disney story there was. His mum used to buy him a bunch of story books every week, and he used to wait for that day impatiently.
Read to your children, they’ll be grateful to you forever.
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