When we look at Akshhak's starting point, it's apparent that he hates writing!
In due course of time:
Thoughts become words:
...and with a little help from his friends...
The Work:
MY FATHERS SPECIAL DAY
By Akkshak
Today everybody told me I looked stylesh. My family members were very proud as everybody praised me. Well this date is a vomiting day for me. Every night on this date I vomit. It feels painfull. That’s why I eat juicy things this day. It does look like 2 huge day. As it was my vomiting day I vomited four times at the night. The next day for being active I went near a river. There the senery like tasty as food. The raising sun and the translucent rays of it and the shining river as a jelly.
Today I was hungry and tried to achieve good health. It was heavy. Then I spend lots of money for the openable and closeable machines for good health. Some of the parts were sharp and some smooth like butter. Sometimes I think I am playing with a blade. I bought new colourful curtains. I became possessive with all these things.
Well this all was a writing essay of my son on “my fathers special day”. He got full marks on this essay.
There's a shift in perspective:
someday you will be great
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