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Chapter 3

I woke up with the blinding sunlight in my eyes,
my chocolate brown eyes wonder around the wide room next to me was the warmth of my mother she was still fast asleep we decided that we would sleep together our first night in Australia.
I slowly slipped out of the warm covers walking around the small bed and to the windows i open the Curtains looking out the window There was many trees around the house it was almost like a forest it was very beautiful But there wasn't a single soul around this place maybe it was because it was early in the morning but it was very strange I have heard that canberra is like a ghost town but not To this extend. I walked away to the bathroom taking a shower then I dried myself up and wore a blue long sleeved shirt and some comfy pants and walked to the living room where the kitchen was I saw my dad outside in the garden watering the plants I walked outside and said " good morning " my father turned to look at me he gave me a gentle smile and replyed back with a good morning I looked at the berries there where several there was red ones and black ones and blue ones " wow they look so tasty " my father chuckled and said " try one " I smiled brightly and nodded " yay!" Taking a red Berry I bit into it the sour and sweet liquid inside the berry poured into my mouth I gasped in pleasure loving the rich taste they where indeed well taken care of i smiled at my father " it's really good!" I laughed loudly my father nodded and went back to watering the plants " I love the black ones though " he commented, I stood there looking up at my father feeling the chilly wind run through my hair it smelled like winter and spring changing just as I thought that my father said " smells like winter and spring " my eyes widen and then I smiled " yea..." That day I found out two things one: I love red berries but hate the black ones my father loves black Barrie's but hates the red ones two: the wind in Australia is very gentle so very gentle and wonderful that it makes my heart sting and makes tears come into my eyes,
My father looked at me and bended down taking a napkin that was in his pocket and wipes the tears that I didn't know had fallen away " what's wrong?" I look at the berries and smiled gently " please look after my mother....dad..." Overjoyed by the feeling of being called dad my father smiled " get inside its getting cold " I nodded and walked back in seeing my mum In the kitchen she looked at me and smiled I smelled the smell of toast and tea also peanut butter my favourite my mum smiled at me " tell Hussain it's time for breakfast " I smiled at my mother " mum...Australia is scary very..it's not like iran it's not warm it's very chilly but...the wind isn't as bad the trees are also very gentle " my mother chuckled " what are you talking about get your father already " i laughed and ran outside " dad it's breakfast he nodded I walked back in and sat at the table..
That day we had our first breakfast as a family
I always hated eggs but that breakfast even the food that I most hated was very very..tasty.

Authors note : done! On to the next one !
＼(^o^)／. Actually autumn and spring and winter have different kinds of winds you can smell it like really no kidding and no it's not from strobe edge Hahha
Welp I'm being weird again
Till next time!（≧∇≦）