Ian was my cousin. Also known as my uncle's and aunt's son. Anyway, Ian was a good boy. He was really cute by the time, I'm not gonna lie. He was male gender. He used to play around with water and loved the water. He played with water like it was his favourite state of matter (solid, liquid, gas, plasma). But one day, the worst day even god couldn't bear imagining happened. Ian very, very, very, very, unfortunately, drowned in a pond of spring. Uncle, Aunt, My father, My mother, Me, all known families, relatives, friends, you name it, were sad due to the news. Apparently, Ian walked into a pond of spring thinking it was not deep but I guess it was. There was a Rest In Peace cement thingy with flowers on it to remember Ian. And I hope Ian a good time with God in heaven.
Moral of the story: Don't trust the world.
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