My neighbor, a father, commanded his 4 year old son to buy a bottle of vinegar. Few minutes later, a policeman came and reported him that his son was accidentally hit and ran by unidentified vehicle while he was crossing the intersection road. The father was shocked, 'Oh my God! How's the vinegar bottle, did the car spoil it too? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem