We were all settled for dinner just now and I asked my mum if I can donate blood. Then, I told her the whole story. It's about my biology teacher, Mr. Donald, and no he's not in trouble or something. He was a researcher in his early twenties and he sort of like joined this orphanage team or something. On his first day, a few months old baby boy was left by the gate. The boy was his first task and was named after his name, Donald. But this boy kinda has this haemophilia disease which means his blood will not stop flowing out. The saddest part is, the little boy died in his arm when they were rushing to the hospital.
I swear, my eyes were getting teary and I was hugging my file tight. Mr. Donald saw my teary eyes though.
"Every year, you celebrate your birthday with friends and family, eating cakes. Why not do something different this time? Donate blood and save lifes."
Okay, my point is, donate blood and save lifes if you can. It's a really nice thing to do. You're like saving people.
Byeeeeee. EXAM'S OVER ANYWAYS.
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