I remembered the summer days when my friend had an accident. Also, I remember the summer days when my dad and all my family went out, and I was the only one at home. Everywhere was silent—no fun. Even if I wanted to play, my mom wouldn’t allow me. I just stayed at home, reading all through that day.
That day, my mother had gone to work, and my siblings followed her. My dad had gone to the farm to look for food for the night. I was the only one at home, and everywhere was boring. Then, someone knocked at the door.
"Who is that?" I said. Then, I opened the door and saw a stranger. I quickly closed the door and locked it. I told the person to tell me his name through the window. He told me his name, but I said, "My mum and dad aren’t around." My mum had told me not to open the door for any stranger.
Then, he broke the door, and I began to shout for help. An elderly person saved me. They later took the stranger away, and I heard he was a thief. They also called my parents, who met me at home lying on the floor. I told them everything. Since then, they never let me stay alone in the house again.
I even remember the summer day the house caught fire. I remember the day I had an accident. I will call these "dark summer days." Most summer days are when bad things happen. I remember the day my grandma and grandpa died—it was on a summer day. What awful summer days!
Name: Ariyo Esther
Grade: JSS1 Student
Interests: Storytelling, Creative Writing
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