#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge
Being a girl, it was never possible to negotiate should go scuba diving in the summer weather
But playing on the water's edge and creating desert apartments was once a favorite hobby within us teenagers
And then the brother's sly collapse among these cottages had been as crucial as the lack of food of the desperate, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Then we used this to move after the brothers to destroy them
And there was a great number of fighting
We told reporters
Why've done you cut our cottage?
Brother told reporters
I didn't split your house, I has been exiting, my foot stepped on it, so it burst.
Ha ha ha ha
I told reporters
Brother you are resting you have purposefully split my homes
So said the son
wasn't it made great?
It seemed to be managed to make so inferior that it tried to break on affect
I says: “
I will now accept your dispute to my family
And the claim was just not recognized until it arrived the mom
Holding the arm of brothers, guffawing, playing, chatting, sharing educational narratives with everyone, whether there was a combat or not.
When' ve done one such brain after the first?
After attaining domestic, we would throw some water on each other start a small tussle
It was a great relief when I was a youngster
But in moment, he wanted to blow them apart
Now the these days will not ever return closer
© princess haya