The next morning,my mom hired a cab to take us somewhere-we didn't even know where! She whispered something in the cab driver's ear. The cab driver grinned,and whispered back.
Annie was quite surprised."Your mom knows Portuguese?" "Yep. She lived in Brazil for quite a while." I said.
The cab stopped,and my mom handed the money. The cab driver pushed the money away,and gabbled something in Portuguese. The only word we understood was "surprise".
Why was this place so special? Why hadn't the cab driver took his money? We were about to find out...
We opened the fence gate,and a golden jumped on us,it knocked Annie down,and started licking her face. His fur was nearly all white,except for the glimmering golden fur streaks running down his back. His limbs were quite wobbly,yet he was as active as if he were a feisty puppy.
Could it be? Annie slowly looked at the name tag of the dog. "Hansel," she read. "I have missed you."
All of a sudden,a man with cheap,colorful clothing came in with his wife,who looked like a female version of him.
"Ah,you must be Mr.Winsterfield's girl,Annie. This is your Hansel,don't worry,we are taking good care of the old lass. He is a bit wobbly on his legs,but that doesn't stop him from doing anything. Looks like he could live for another 10 years!"he said with a funny accent.
My mom told us that this guy was Mr. Garcia,a dog breeder. He had bought Hansel from Annie's family.
We started playing with Hansel,and it was quite amazing. He made me forget all my worries and sadnesses.
I really wished that I had a dog,it would be quite awesome to play fetch and teach it tricks.
Time passed by so quickly,for we have been in the yard for the past 2 hours,and haven't even realized it. "Oh dear,you are going to get cold,come on in!" Mrs. Garcia offered.
We went in,and couldn't believe who we were greeted by. I looked at my mom in astonishment as I realized she was filming it. This was yet to be the hardest decision of my life.
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Foreign To This World
Non-FictionHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?