Are you ready to test your observation skills? Take a look at the picture below. At first glance, it may seem like there are only a few ducks, but there’s a twist!
If you take a closer look, you’ll notice that the number of ducks in each row increases. It’s like a hidden puzzle waiting for you to crack it. Starting from left to right, the first row has 1 duck, followed by 2 ducks, and then another 2 ducks.
But it doesn’t stop there! In the second row, each duck is doubled. And in the third row, there’s a triple duck, followed by two single ducks. Phew! That’s a lot of math!
Okay, let’s break it down. If we add up all the ducks row by row, we get: 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1. And the total is… drumroll, please… 16 ducks!
Impressive, isn’t it? Did you manage to find all of them? If you did, give yourself a pat on the back. If not, don’t worry, it’s all in good fun! Challenge your friends with this tricky puzzle and see who can find all the ducks. Happy duck spotting!
My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart
When my estranged father, who left 20 years ago, called from his deathbed, I was torn between anger and curiosity. His final wish revealed shocking truths.
I was getting ready for bed when an unfamiliar number called, followed by a text: “ALICE, THIS IS YOUR DAD. PLEASE CALL, I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.” My heart stopped. Dad? After twenty years? Curiosity won, and I called back.
“Dad?”
“Alice, it’s me. I… I don’t have much time.”
“Why are you calling now?”
“I need to explain… to ask something of you. But please, don’t tell your mother.” He revealed that my grandfather paid him to disappear because he thought Dad was a failure. “I took the money to secure your future.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“I couldn’t. But I watched from a distance, saw your graduation, your volleyball games.”
I felt my world tilt. “Why didn’t Mom tell me?”
“Maybe she thought she was protecting you.”
“What do you want now?”
“I need to see you, Alice. One last time before I go.”
I decided to go. At the hospital, he looked frail. “Alice,” he whispered.
“Why did you do it, Dad?”
“I thought it was the best way to secure a future for you. I wrote letters every year. They’re in a safety deposit box.”
After his death, I found the letters. They were filled with his regrets and love. I confronted Mom, who admitted she thought it was best for me too.
In the end, I used the money to start a scholarship fund in his name, honoring his memory and sacrifices.
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