R.I.P Bondo
The chicks
A few days ago I bought a tiny little chick for one pound,
which is fifteen cents and my brother bought one too. One was green and one was
orange.
My brother Nazar and I were having so much fun feeding and looking
after our chicks. I had mine for about a week and then one morning the first
thing I woke up to was Nazar saying, “Your chick’s dead!” I was so sad but luckily my brother’s orange chick wasn’t
dead. But I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye because my dad gave him to a
nearby fruit man to bury.
Going to the markets
Today my mum, grandma, brother and I went to the markets to
buy some carpets and fabric. The market was so crowded, full of beggars, cats,
dogs and people, lots of them. We finally got to the tent makers and chose our
carpets and fabric. On the way back a man was selling sugar cane juice in a
little plastic bag with a straw in it.
After that we caught a taxi home again.
