The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped. I rushed to the door but my

dad dragged me away. He is checking because he cares about me. I hope it is safe for

me to go out of the shelter. Finally dad opens the door and i'm surprized to see fresh

air with delight. I was the luckiest person in the world, thank God I didn't die clouds are playing and running showing friendship in them.