I have started to notice that my mum is starting to look a very ill. Her body figure is like a skeleton, her bones are so fragile it looks like if you touch them they will shatter into a million pieces. Her face is as white as a sheet and makes her look ghostly. A few frizzy wisps of hair are sat on the top of her fragile cranium. I hope she's ok...I can't lose her like I lost my baby brother. I peer at at a torn picture in my hand of my mum and dad when we were on holiday. Mum certainly looks a lot different now than in this picture. I then felt a light tap on my shoulders... It's mum.
Her frail hands comb my hair as she stares at the photo as well a soft voice came from behind me
"I miss our family holidays"
A heart warming voice from behind me began.
"Me too"
I whispered to my mum, and we both smile at the picture. We stared at the picture for what seemed like a million hours. But it's ok I kind of enjoyed it I remembered lots of things that happened before the drought. If only we could turn back time and go back to before the drought.
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Not A Drop To Drink
AdventureMelissa, a young girl is fighting a battle. A very big battle. The battle of life or death In her country there has been a massive drought. Most of the people have died in her country from the drought. But there is some still living, this includes h...
