child hood

i want to share the reality of my life, and i think people like this story.

I have 5 sisters and I am the younger one my parent love me sometimes my mother angry on me but my father take my side and said to my mama that don't be angry with my princes. When I was only 1 half years old my father falls ill and the doctor diagnose the hepatitis disease. On this time my father was very worried about his daughters because he knows that after my death no one will take care of my house, but he work hard and try to be things good in his life. My father was a engineer and he has run their own business of import export of aeroplane parts. And all my sisters are not so elder my eldest sister was in f.a that time. My father was strict he don't like the cartoons and he was not allow me to buy the stickers of the cartoon but i love my papa. My father was also went to other countries for the business, one time me and my mother was also going with them but unfortunately i fall ill its cause of small pox in Singapore and my sisters was also fall ill in Pakistan and my grandmother take care of them. One day my mama and me going to the mall, because my mama want to buy the things from grocery store. On this day my papa meet the person who is in his business. My mama was buying the things and i went to other side and then i forget the way where my mama. I was crying aloud at that time i only know the Urdu language. And one of the Britisher helped me to find my mama, i thought at that time my mama was went to Pakistan without me that's why i am crying alot. And then we all came back to Pakistan. My papa bought many gifts for my cousins because my fathers bothers are very strict they don't buy the things for his children. But my father love the children that's why he bought the gifts. My father has 4 brothers no sister and he was the younger one and my mother has two brothers and she was the eldest one. But in the family or in relatives i am the younger one. At that time people loved me very much but i don't know all people are fake loving this love is temporary. And then the days passed on 8 august 1995 all relatives come to the home and my father was lying on a bed. and my cousin bring a car and he take my papa to the hospital and then later on My papa in ambulance on this time i am only 5 years old and at that time i was very dumb i don't know the meaning of life and death.All people are crying i was continousily asked my mama where is papa she said that your papa is died he will never come back. But i think that my papa was going outside the country and then some days he come back. i thought that died is also name of a country. i am afraid of all the people to see all people are crying i was also crying my aunt bring me in her house and take a lunch because but i don't eat any thing then on 9 august 1995 on Maghrib prayer people bring my papa i cried  a lot. 

Author's Note

ignore grammer mistakes, spelling mistakes the next chap i write it soon.

Reviews

[JayG]

People won't ignore the poor writing. If you don't take the time to make the reading easy and pleasurable you lose the reader at once. Never forget that readers are volunteers, not conscripts. Ignore things like paragraphing and your reader will see a big, dense block of print and turn away before the first word. Ignore commas and reader walks away.

People read for enjoyment, not facts. So your history, presented as history, is boring for the same reason history books are—they inform, but don't entertain. Add poor writing skills to that and you are not going to attract readers.

The problem is fixable, the decision is yours. And in life, the improvement in skills will pay real dividends.