Mr.William, a rich businessman, stayed in an old age home, facing a well lit garden. His youngest son used to pester him to bequeath the property in his name but the father always said it was for all his four sons. One day cunningly the son left his father in the old age home. One rainy evening, Mr.Willams was pondering on his fate. He felt very sad. No one cared for him other wise someone would have come to take him. In the morning when the residents came out, he was dead. The rain was soothing his soul.
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