The tailor and his coat-Nyima Bhuti

Once upon a time there was one tailor and his name was Joseph and his dreams of making coat as beautiful as butterfly’s wings. one day Joseph’s father, a tailor, makes a west with coat .some beautiful cloth after
many years. The coat was old and worn. Then he was making something else. Then he make hat. The hat was wonderful. The years passed daughter grew up. As they older so did the hat. The hat was old and worn .then he make some hat to a bow tie. The bow tie was wonderful. He wore his bow tie every where. One day he bow tie was gone. He looked every where but he could not find it. I had it for so many years. It was part of my memories . Now it’s gone and my memories are gone . His family stood by his chair. Tell us about the wonderful cloth said his granddaughter. He told them about how when peter was very small ,he thought that the bow tie was a butterfly grandpa it flew away but your memories did not said Hannah. Joseph smiled. You are right joseph said my memories did not fly away. They will stay with me always.

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