Every human being wants to compare him or her with something strong... Or maybe that resembles something strong. Here I am resembling myself with a mouse. A mouse isn't such a bad thing. Those little creatures can work harder than we ever think. I guess I am being a bit to laggy here right. So why a mouse.. It's because I feel like a tiny little mouse around many people that I see. Hey I categorized my story as a humorous one so I need you to actually read this story completely and make the judgement of yours. Was it humorous or a tragedy. When I was born and say for like the next four to five years, I don't remember those days in my life vividly but I think that those would surely be really good days. I was really happy and joyful and I then suddenly a tragic incident happend in my life. My mother had met with an accident and I was in the back seat of the car. I moved to the back seat just about five minutes before the accident and when the incident happened I fell down where there were lot of glass pieces. Surprisingly, not a single piece pierced me. All I could see was blood flowing like water from an open tap in front of my eyes. I saw my father asking for help, but nobody had the courtesy to stop by. Last came a man, a man did not understand our language but felt our agony. He called an ambulance and my father and mother boarded the ambulance and was rushed to the hospital. Oh! Wait. What about me. Well a fear struck me, the fear that's with me even now. My father forgot about me in the rush of the hour but he had asked his colleagues to take me with them to the hospital. I was sitting on the road at the side of the car, I had thought that I am forgotten. Scared, crying and left alone. When they came they took me to the hospital where she was admitted and asked me to pray. Well, pray. I didn't know what was God to be honest until that moment. But when everyone asked me to pray I thought maybe If we pray the dead can be brought back to life. I literally thought my mother was dead as she was lying unconscious in front of me and for a five year old boy a person not opening their eyes for a long time after being repeatedly called means they are dead. My grandparents told me stories that God can work miracles and if we pray they will grant you boons.So it was the prayer time. I am thinking of stopping the story here now. I now need your support, just to know if you feel that I need to continue and believe me this is a true story with some fantasy in it. I won't make you wait for much long. Just tell me your views and valuable suggestions and I'll narrate to you one of the best stories you can hear.