Scissors

Two days ago, my 4 year old daughter was playing with my niece in the living room. I was cooking in the kitchen for about one hour while they were playing. I saw them looking at each other in the mirror. I heard my daughter say, "You are beautiful. You look nice." I thought maybe they were getting into trouble but I kept cooking. Later, I went into the living room,saw the garbage lot of hair in the garbage. I asked my daugter,"who's hair in the garbage?" My daughter said,"I cut Cindy's hair.'' I was angry.

stolen watermelons

When I was a little girl I loved watermelon. My father was a farmer and my uncle was a farmer too. They planted watermelon and grapes. I enjoyed watching them harvest the fruit. One day my older brother said, “uncle’s watermelon is very sweet and it has no seeds.” I said, “yes let’s go get one.” So we walked across our father’s field and climbed over our uncle’s fence. My brother found a good ripe watermelon while I watched him. We climbed back over the fence to our father’s field. My brother opened the watermelon by striking it on a rock. The flesh of the fruit was bright red. It was delicious and I was happy.

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