When I was eight years old, I had a friend named Karl. Karl was an adopted son and he does not mind. He told me that he doesn’t care if he was adopted for he knew his foster parents love him with all their heart, even more that his real parents.
I was happy that Karl was happy. I could truly see that his parents love him very much. After school, I would usually hang out at Karl’s. Sometimes when my mom would come home late, Karl’s mom would volunteer to look after me. She says she does not mind as long as Karl would have a playmate. Karl’s mom was a great cook. So good, in fact, that I have gained weight during my stay at their house. She would serve us delicious homemade ice cream, cookies and cake. She cooks a really tasty macaroni and cheese to.
Karl’s mom was kind woman. She is a bit older than my mom was. Karl’s parents waited long time to have a baby. When they finally found out that they couldn’t have one, they went to an orphanage and adopted Karl. They treated him as their own. Though the difference was really obvious, Karl was ebony skinned while her parents were white skinned.
Mandy went to the mall to buy herself some shoes. Some of her friends told her that her favourite shoe store was having a sale. This made Mandy almost dizzy with excitement. It was a great timing. She had finally saved enough for those wonderful sneakers she had been lusting on and if it was on sale, she can even buy herself a new shirt.
As soon as she entered the mall, her heart was beating so fast that I almost ran to the direction of the store. The shoe store was located at the far end of the shopping mall and Mandy had to pass by several other shops to get there. At the mall’s atrium, Mandy noticed that there were lot of people carrying notepads and watching something.
Mandy got curious and got nearer to the crowd. It turns out a local baker was giving out free cake decorating ideas. Mandy would have loved to hear the baker’s ideas but she has no time to dawdle. She had to buy those shoes.
As Mandy arrived at the store, she frantically searched for the pair of sneakers she has been eyeing on for weeks. Her heart stopped a beat when she saw someone trying it on.
I finally got time to clean out my parents’ attic. Their house is a bit old and I admit I was scared when I first entered the dark and dusty attic after all these years.
I opened up a few boxes hoping that no rat, scorpions or spiders would come out. I prepared my nose for any foul smell of molds, dead rats and maybe some rotting wood or cardboard. I found my Dad’s collection of books and I wondered why he kept them up here since he was a voracious reader. I set it aside since I knew I would be taking it home with me.
In the far corner of the attic was an old chest. I gulped loudly and tried opening it. It was stuck and took a few more tries before I could open it. I jumped when I saw a large spider come out of one of its hiding places and crawled near my hand. I scourged the chest of its contents and saw an old outdoor fireplace plan. There was also an old yo-yo, a wooden jigsaw puzzle and a depilated football.
It took me almost the whole day to clean just a portion of the attic. Next weekend, I will tackle the room again.