There was a small black boy. Everybody would tease him for his black colour. Even his mother also would curse her fate that she had a very ugly looking son. The boy is always sad and lifeless whenever he is being criticized.
One beautiful morning, he was standing by the window looking at other children playing around. His attention to drawn to a ballon seller at the end of the street. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the colourful balloons in the sky that fascinated him so much. He rushed downstairs and waited till the balloon seller got to where he was.
“Excuse me sir,” He said.
“Yes boy” replied the balloon seller.
“Do the black coloured balloons fly as high as other balloons?” The boy asked.
The ballon seller released a black, red, pink and yellow balloon. The boy watched the balloons disappear high into the sky.
“Did…
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