¥My childhood days!!!

¥My childhood days with my @father! ¥While I was as little, father admitted me into a school on class "Play" at 10no: Mirpur, Dhaka. First time I was going to school with my father. But after some days, for father's job, I was going to school with my mother. I got some money from father everyday for my school tiffin. Ow! I forget to tell here something. My father was a teacher and govt service holder. I didn't know how honest he was. But Just I followed him. Cause He made his student as honest. He loved me very much. Cause I am the first son of my family. He tried to make us educated. At little, my family members called my name 'Mithu'. We were not rich but poor while I was so little while my age 1-2 or 3. After my father get the govt job, we removed our poor times. I was going to Shops, Market, Mosque, walking on the road, and everywhere with my father. For my home work father helped me more. Most me the times, I didn't go to private tutor cause, Everything I learned from father. On the time I didn't think father's love & how many love have my father's heart for me. I learned from father everything. How to shopping or how to reading or writing! While I read in class 2, I went to school alone. Cause I known the road of my school. I was waiting for friday cause I would go anywhere for travel. Every Eid-Day father was going at travel with me that was interesting. It's the story while I was little any read in class (Play, Kazy, 1-3). Which I want, Father tried to give me that, for make me happiness. I was on Dhaka till of my class 4. While I passed class 4, I was admitted into class 5 at Barisal, at my own village school. My father is no more today. I missed him. I don't know while I will down. But cause of remain my past, I will continue to post here. I will post all of my life story on this page. Thanks for stay with me and thank you so much. Good bye.