I only became one for one person

Hello, my name is Mohsen. Now that I am writing a story, I am XNUMX years old. My story is my real self, which goes back to XNUMX years old. Dadkir-e-Sefid's place was beautiful. One day, he told me to bring football. It was XNUMX:XNUMX in the summer afternoon. I just liked it. I liked Kirsh. I accepted. I told him to do it on the first condition, but Kirman did not get it right. He said, "I will do it." I hated it and told him to bring it out. I cried at that time. There were XNUMX salmon. We had no water. After XNUMX minutes, I came home.I liked it until I was XNUMX years old.