Tuesday, July 7, 2009

DAY 11

As I woke up, I saw the roof of city building. I was in my Dad's taxi. We were waiting for my Mum before we can go. Then, we were told to wait as Dad fetch my Mum, which was waiting at the football stadium. Maybe they are going to talk to a government football official about Bibi and me, explaining our football skills will help Afghanistan have a national team one day. But they will need the living proof, that are none other than me and Bibi.

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