My father died ! A story from Bangladesh

My father died in a road accident two years ago in Malaysia. He went there to work as a migrant laborer. The next year my mother got married and left me with my grandparents. My father used to call every week and always told me “I miss you maa, I will be back soon, and please pay your full devotion to your studies; never miss your school”
I never miss my school for a single day after my father died. My father always dreamed when I grow up that I will be a police officer and will serve the village people. I will fulfill my father’s dream one day!
Now I live with my grandparents and sometimes my mother visits me, usually she visits once every two months. The last time my mother visited, she bought a new dress for me for the Eid festival. She bought a nice green coloured dress for me as well as red ribbons for my hair. But she could not stay with me during the Eid day. I miss my mother and father every day badly! - Fatema 11, class 5