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“Raaaaaaaaammmmiiiiiii” yells my mom. I swiftly run to the kitchen. She is washing the dishes. “Pick up you’re stinky socks off that dining room table. RIGHT NOW!” She says.
I went to the dining room table to look for my socks. I heard people fighting from outside. I was used to it because usually in Beirut there are always problems with people yelling. The moon’s sunlight was reflecting on the dining room table. I began to look for my socks. While I was looking, I saw the white kitchen towel. I decided to take it to the kitchen counter next to where my mom was washing the dishes.
I went back to the dining room table to continue looking for my socks. I looked under the dining room table, on the table, and around the table, but I still didn’t see those socks. I gave up looking for my socks.
“Raaaaaaaaammmmiiiiiii!!!” yelled my mom for the second time. I walked to the kitchen upset at my mom’s imagination. I entered the kitchen. “I don’t get you, Raami. I told you to pick up you’re socks thinking you are old enough to know that you should put them in the laundry basket not on the counter next to the sink.” My mom yelled. I stared at my mom for a while and she stared at me waiting for me to pick it up. I lifted it and showed my mom it was the towel not my socks.
She laughs for quite a while until I say, “Let me make sure that my socks are not on the floor in my room and they are in the laundry.” I go to my room and see my socks. So I pick them up and go to throw them in the laundry basket.
Article posted June 10, 2008 at 02:31 AM •
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I am Raami. I am in fifth grade. I like math and computer.
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