loving

Thursday 4th December 2014

L.O.I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical setting

Fortunately the incessant wail of the air raid siren has stopped . I wanted to sprint outside but my caring dad softly pushed me away to check if it's safe . Well, that is my loving dad after all. It was safe. Finally my nose inhaled fresh air that was like the most perfectly made perfume. I could now live my life again knowing that life is not only delicate and fragile, but something to be taken care of. Hopefully the air raid siren doesn't ring out like a baby tonight. My dad thinks of me as a precious glass cup as I'm delicate to him, the most important thing in his life. My mum cares for me like I'm an angel on earth. I love my parents.

By Nicholas