My Depressed Aftab

My Depressed Aftab always had with them a cup that they would often drop. One might consider this to be a surprising action, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that this idea is exciting. A cup is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Aftab desperately desired a CD player that they would sometimes sleep with. It should be an astonishing thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who assumed it would be spectacular. A CD player is the thing to select.

My Depressed Aftab desired a cucumber that they liked to sleep with. It should have been a fairly peculiar approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Aftab, who feels it was epic. Bizarrely, a cucumber would be the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Aftab carried a pint of beer that they would sit and look at. This might appear to be a peculiar undertaking, to you, but not to the Aftab, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.

My Depressed Aftab desperately looked for a set of lego that they would occasionally cuddle. It is a funny idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that the idea was fun. Honestly, a set of lego would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Aftab always kept a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally put up their bum. It is considered to be a bizarre action, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a pencil sharpener is the item to choose.