My grandpa Hercules(chapter13*the time of war and poverty*)

(Hey readers,

Hopefull after 11 days finally the house is getting back to normal...so now here I am again same as I was but a little emotionally well stable....

So today, I will leave you with this...

Stay healthy and happy reading!!!

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Author)

"he wanted his children's future to be luminous as like every father and being a far thinker himself, he push out his dears from the pond of no opportunity , he knew he could not afford to nurish them here in that village which had no geographical importance and the land which would never stay proportional to the belly requirement and that was when he hand them over to most prominent framers of their society who could cradle better.

And the time, I have been talking about was time of wars and poverty, at which most of people developed this thinking of 'more hands more income' concept....

One by one all the children were sent away, being second one in succession he was nudged away about 700 Km from all his belongings to one of his far more uncle whose only name had been told as a given folk tale in his village but he was almost never seen 'cause he was busy making a

New life style apart from his born life style.

But he offered his hand, to help or to help himself out during the time of immense poverty and warship going on everywhere..."