A way to commitment: Do I really mean to write?
I was a mischievous, jovial, winsome kid who were really a fond of playing around the place. I was a child who cry often that goes on in remote places that people hated to hear. The same as the other kid we taught by our parents how to write. My mother taught me how, she firmly held my hand that I was holding a piece of pencil by slowly writing the English alphabet into a scratch of a paper. It’s hard at first but my mother didn’t lose her hope to teach me. Often, a lot of papers were wasted just how to correct my writing, days had passed, finally, a kid learned how to write. In our school years, during our pre-school and primary education, school excavated learning resources to mold the pupils to have the basic skills and moral values as individual. We built our capabilities that allowing us to comprehend and produce spoken language for proper and effective interpersonal communication. We learn how to listen, speak, read, and WRITE. From the alphabets we wrote at the first gla...