ساعدوني الله يسعدكم مرره ضرووري

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a red letter day

i remember every second of every minute of every hour of that day. i can remember the sounds and the smells. the memory of that day keeps coming back to me that i sometimes just surrender to all those feelings of joy،fear and excitement and i let myself so]vividly ] live that day over and again in my imagination.

my mother woke me up that morning,not that i could get a minute of sleep any way ,saying"it is time to get up" I got ready to go in what felt like hours but when I looked at the clock on the wall I saw that it was just ten minutes. My father kept looking at me with a very broad tender and proud smile dancing on his lips while I devoured my breakfast. He said"sewwtheart"it is still early settle down and eat slowly. I didn’t hear a word he said or at the very least didn’t want to listen.

I wasn’t going to the park or to visit a fun and play place.but in my early six years of age my first day of school was all that and much more .as I stood in the door impatiently rushing my parents to go I felt like I was standing at the threshold of a new and wondrous life .it may not seem like much to the world but that very day was my very own red letter day and I will cherish that memory for the rest of my days


الله يسلمكم هذا براجراف طلبت مننا الدكتوره نكتب لها عن اهم يوم ماننساه بحياتنا وانا بصراحه مااعرف فاستعنت باحد وطلعت هيك طبعا عرفت هيا هالشيء وقالت لي عيدي ليا مره تانيه بس باسلوووبك خخخخخخخخخخخ

او اشرت لي على شيئين وقالت صححيهم يعني بس غيري لي الاسلوووووووب بليييييز تكفون عليه 30 درجه ومررررره حايسه وماني عارفه اي احد عندو اسلووب يكتب لي واكون شاكره لووو