Today we go to Azra's house.
She will go to Indonesia forever.
When we arrive at her house, my mother says," Looks like no body at home."
My Father says," Maybe they have already left, please call Azra's mother."
When my mother calls her, she says," We are in airport right now."
We are very sorry Azra.
My Father says," Maybe they have already left, please call Azra's mother."
When my mother calls her, she says," We are in airport right now."
We are very sorry Azra.
Islamabad, June 24 2007
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