My Depressed Aftab

My Depressed Aftab wanted a computer to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a bizarre idea, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who thought it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a computer was the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Aftab desired a sword that they liked to sleep with. It would have been a fairly funny idea, to my grandma, but not to the Aftab, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sword was the chosen thing.

My Depressed Aftab desperately craved for a helmet that they would put down their trousers. It would have been a fairly exciting activity, to my mum, but not to the Aftab, who expected that the idea was the most awesome idea. A helmet is the item to choose.

My Depressed Aftab always carried a sponge that they sometimes embrace. It might be a curious action, to some, but not to the Aftab, who had decided it was magnificent. Honestly, a sponge is the item to choose.

My Depressed Aftab desperately wanted a Harry Potter wand that they would sometimes hug. It would be a weird exercise, to my dad, but not to the Aftab, who expected that the idea was entertaining. A Harry Potter wand was the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Aftab looked for a Harry Potter wand that they would occasionally experiment on. This seems an extraordinary thought, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who thinks it was magnificent. A Harry Potter wand having that done to it