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Once upon a time, there was a poor boy who lived in a small village. He had lost his parents at a very young age and since then had been living with his old grandmother. The grandmother used to work very hard to feed the boy, but still, they barely had enough to survive.
The little boy had a dream of going to school and getting an education, but due to their financial situation, he had no choice but to help his grandmother in the fields. He used to work long hours under the hot sun and come back home exhausted.
One day, tragedy struck the poor boy’s life again when his grandmother fell ill and could not recover. The boy was all alone now and had to fend for himself. He continued to work in the fields, but life had lost its meaning for him.
As days went by, the little boy’s health started to deteriorate. He was hardly eating anything and barely sleeping. He had lost all his will to live.
One day, the villagers woke up to the news that the poor boy had passed away in his sleep. They gathered around his little hut to mourn his death. The villagers remembered the hard-working boy who used to work in the fields, his determination to make something of his life, and his kind heart.
The poor boy’s death had left a void in the village, and the villagers mourned his death for a long time. His life may have been short, but he had left an impact on everyone who knew him.