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My grandson and my granddaughter, quarrelsome! Always passing indecent remarks on each other, I am now fed-up of their uncalled fights. They will never improve their behavior, I am frustrated. But just now I saw something else, Their cousins came at our house, the children started playing cricket, my four grandchildren played as a team the rivals were also four, umpire was taken from the batting side, I was sitting behind the bowler, While my granddaughter was bating, and she was just in front of the stumps, a low ball hit her right leg, keep it in your minds she is a right hander, the bowler appealed for lbw, my grandson shouted, "Not out." Fortunately or unfortunately, they did not have action replay facility, a quarrel started between two sides, cousin of my granddaughter used abusive language against her. My grandson became so much rash! I haven't seen him earlier. "How dare you to use abusive language against my sister. I repeat, AGAINST MY SISTER.

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