“I will go with you, just let me finish the story… please!” the old woman begged the angel of death, he agreed, feeling pity on the old woman and the little child.
Now that little child is thirty years old, the old woman is yet to finish her story.
By the time she reaches the middle she forgets where she was and restarts.
That poor old woman cant keep anything in her mind after fifteen minutes. Her brain gets formatted every fifteen minute.
The angel curses the moment he looked into those baby blue eyes.