- Zeeyarh
We moved to USA from India, it had always been my Dad's dream, because he wanted us to see how other parts of the world actually were. He wanted us to mix with some other people.
I was so excited once I heard we were moving to the United States of America, I had heard so much about it. It felt like a dream come true. I and my 15 years old sister began to plan how our stay there was going to be like.
I put my diary in my box, and on it was my favorite bedspread. The sheet were as red as a rose flower, it smelt like strawberry.
It was my favorite because my dad had got it from the States, when I hadn't been there before.
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My parents had Four of us. Ameera, My oldest sister who was 21 years old, Sabrina she was 2 years younger than I was...well I was 17 And of course my little brother Zaheer, he was 11 years old...we weren't so close because he was mostly with my mom. He was such a matured kid I must say, but sometimes he got his childish attitude.
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I sat on a pink chair that was in my kitchen, so did I hear my mum scream. The sound was so unusual, Even though I had been used to hearing the shouts and screams sometimes. I dropped the cup of coffee ( I love to drink coffee alot) that I was holding and stood up hesitantly. Luckily, Sabrina walked towards the kitchen door, but she didn't look happy at all. Sabi was what I called her so I said "what's the matter Sabi" she looked up to me and sighed.
