What happens when we die, a young boy asked his mother?
Mother replied; “we turn to dust.”
The boy contemplated this fact for a while and replied:
“Mum, I think there’s someone either coming or going under my bed !”
What happens when we die, a young boy asked his mother?
Mother replied; “we turn to dust.”
The boy contemplated this fact for a while and replied:
“Mum, I think there’s someone either coming or going under my bed !”