liberty Zvoushe

There is a story based on forgiveness my father used to tell. The story goes as follows. There was once upon a time a family that used to be very happy. Their happiness would usually be silenced in winter the time when the rats would breed. These rats were a real problem to them. They could not live with them, well some likes to call them mice. Making noise all night long was their favorite games. Scarring the kids at night, they were very good at that. Something just had to be done.