I woke up to water drops falling on my face. Was it raining in August? Why wasn't I in my bed? Was I dreaming? I forced my eyes open, feeling the cold grass beneath me. After a moment, I remembered I had fallen asleep on the front lawn the previous night. It wasn't raining. The water drops gently sprayed from the sprinkler system. I sat up and looked at our house. I shouldn't call it "our house" anymore. Now it’s just "my father's mansion."Kindly please follow/subscribe to our other podcast ( My Daily Story ) by clicking this link 👉🏻 https://anchor.fm/my-daily-story-officialThis animated podcast story is a female story teller Also follow/subscribe to this podcast to get notified when a new episode is up, also share, rate and review this podcast have a nice day/night

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