How a survey changed some times of my life ?

                         That day was 2018 Nov Month. At that time I was taking training in an institution.                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Then a survey was done in our institution. The purpose of that survey was that we go to the rural places of our district so that the children living and studying have got all the facilities made by Govt or not.  Then we made a team by paring our sir and gave some documents where the name of the rural place was written, and the portfolio was there. How to go there on the first night of going to the survey and after that day left that place with my teammate.                                                                                                                                                                                    After reached that place, we went to a primary school. Then we met all the teachers and students there, who gave a lot of respect and love to us. After saw their behavior and respect for us like that, I really felt that Teacher job is really an ideal job.  Then, after completing some formalities, we entered the village.                                                                                                                                                                                                 There we met many variety types of children. There we noticed that, the students studying in the higher class can't read the books of the lower class. Some of them also said that, those people come to school only to eat midday meal because they didn't get enough food.  After heard this, we really felt sad. Similarly, after completing our survey, we left for home.                                                                                                                                            My father had come to pick me up at the bus stop on his bike. Because my house was a little far from the bus stop. After saying bye to my teammate, I came to my papa. Then my father told me on the bike and started wearing his helmet. But I said to papa,''Wait for a while, my shoe laces are open''. Unfortunately, by these words can't be heard by papa, and he left me.                                                                                                                           At first, I could not understand anything. I thought Papa had gone somewhere in a nearby shop. But when it was half an hour late, I started getting scared. Then it was 10 o'clock in the night and all the shop of the bus stop was slowly closing. I was continuously calling Papa, but unfortunately he had left his phone at home. At that time, I was lonely and frightening. There was no other way but to pray to God.                                                   And finally after 45 mins later my papa came to me. As soon as he came to me, he embraced me and started crying. I could not understand anything what happened. I was able to see the love and pain for me in Papa's eyes. Then he told me all things which was actually happened.                                                                                   Actually, papa did not listen to me when he was wearing a helmet. That's why he left me and went ahead, and he felt that I am sitting in his bike. This thing made me laugh a lot. Then papa said, he had gone away. After sometimes he released that, I am not behind. Then he soon got off the bike and asked people about me who were coming  on this way. But no-one saw me, they said. Then think of coming to Papa return Bus Stop, hope that I will be there.                                                                                                                                                                    By the grace of God, I was there and Papa got it. Then Papa and I went home to thank God in our mind. Really,  this survey has become a memory of my life.

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