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How are 'Big days' like in the life of adults?  Well, this could be one of the most subjective questions to ask and leave alone the fact that I'm not an adult, hence not quite eligible to answer. But, I've got my guesses, like reaching a high peak in career or marriage or having children (mind you, I have got them in a pretty sophisticated order) and I've got my guest who can know better too! Because the first two cases are still fine for me to describe if I far stretch my imagination but the third?  Oh! The third one my friend is just not my cup of tea to elaborate. Hence I would rather prefer to hand over the control to-the one and only- *** Uhh cut the crap, will you? I can do the introduction part better for me. Firstly, elaborating the situation I am currently in isn't my cup of tea either. Secondly, I am a coffee person. And thirdly, unlike my mate just mentioned, she should've preferred me as the last person to be handed over the control to. Besides, ...

"We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors, we BORROW it from our children!" -David Brower One day in heaven, he entered, a woodcutter of hundred, deserving by manner, his deeds had to be sacred. For means and family, he did all that he could, no doubt half his life went by, in chopping wood... Providing rigid support to him,  entered his son along too, said his son, "I have weak lungs", of course, he was eighty-two! For means and to nourish the family tree, his son spent half his life working for a factory... Holding his hand, entered his grandson, who was only forty by age, but resembled by looks, an old, tired sage! Only after coughing thrice had he revealed, that he had contributed to a wound which could never be healed! For means and family, he agreed to supply, weapons, on which, for money he would rely... In the man's firm arms,  he held a baby too, leave alone his age, his birth was due, He saw death before the world, for, his ancestors left wit...

Birds started chirping. The world restored its colour which the night had stolen. People began waking up but the Wilsons were wide awake all night. They had put on a composed face but were tenser than ever. Reason had been Mrs Wilson's cardiac surgery which was due that day. On cosy bluish-white sheets rested Mrs Wilson. Her grey hair resting on her face, annoying her. She was too weak to shove them off her face. She sniffed mildly and checked the time. It was what she had expected, except there was something she waited for.  Tring tring-tring tring The phone rang, enlightening her face. "My daughter is always so punctual," she thought to herself with pride. Jennifer hadn't known by then what the rest of the family was going through. She would only ever talk to Mrs Wilson. The news had to reach her late.  After informing Jenny about the surgery, Mrs Willson heard Jenny's encouraging words, enough to help her get through the tide of problems. Mrs Willson then touch...