The Mountain Ghost

When I was a little girl, my cousins, my brother and I went to pick wild fruit in the small mountains near my village. While I was picking fruit, my cousin looked up. He called to my brother and told him to look up. In the distance we saw what we thought was a woman hanging from a tree. She had long black hair and a white dress and I thought she was a ghost. A year or two before we went to pick fruit, a young woman in my neighborhood had died from leg cancer. She was buried in the mountain. So, when we saw her we thought that she was the dead woman. We screamed, I dropped my fruit and we ran home as fast as we could. We went home and talked to my mom and my uncle. My uncle went with my brother and some other men to the mountain. One hour later they came back and my uncle said, "Don't be scared, it is not a woman, it is just some white rock and a tree.''

So, when I think about this story I laugh and I'm happy that I didn't see a real ghost.

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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