At my Uncle’s house, my parents use to tell me that when my sister and I were young, they use to drop us of there while my parents were going of to work. My uncle had a wife and a child. When they ran out of diapers he always went to the nearest dairy and bought more. They worked hard to keep us living. When my sister and I were older, my uncle died. We all were so sad. We miss him so much.
My Aunt's house reminded me of my dog, Cupcake. Cupcake was the best dog I have ever had. After some weeks, she gave birth to 5 puppies. Months later we had to go to NZ. While we were at NZ our parents told us the Cupcake died. One puppy died, 2 puppies ran away, one of them got kidnapped. No one knew what happened to the last one. I thought that they would survive till we come back.
When my sister and I were young we lived in a house till we were 4 and 5 years old. It had so many memories. I had my first birthday, my first photo, even the first time I met my cousins and new friends. I still have those memories in my head forever.
WALT write a descriptive writing about something special to us.
