Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant Home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking Pferde and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rock and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday oder maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the oben, nach oben of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant Home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking Pferde and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rock and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday oder maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the oben, nach oben of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
The power of love,
It can take Du to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Liebe is certainly
A powerful object
Liebe
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.
It can take Du to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Liebe is certainly
A powerful object
Liebe
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.