Sunday, 29 January 2012
Celest group Compo
The birds’ chirping and the whistling breeze formed a beautiful morning tune. “Are we there yet?” my brother and I asked for the umpteenth time. My mother nodded vigorously. We screamed with joy and excitement. My father was driving us to the beach for a picnic. When we reached our destination, we headed for the beach with our picnic basket. The sky was a wide expanse of blue. It was a perfect weather for a family picnic. While we were eating, after setting up the picnic, a girl in a pink dress came up to us, crying. We felt sorry for her. We tried to comfort her and asked her what had happened. Finally, choked with tears, the girl let out a stammer, “I can’t find my mummy.” My father comforted her and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you.” The girl managed a shaky smile. We took her with us and start looking around the beach for the girl’s mother.