Grandma told, ‘our ancestors breathed something called oxygen. ‘
She said, there was something called plants and trees, some tender with colorful flowers and some were strong with fruits to eat.
They gave us shade and oxygen to breath.
Happy with her gift, a tender plant; I planted and promised to grow it big and strong.
(The kid does not know what her ‘grandma’ gifted was a plastic replica and will never grow)
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