I was walking down the dirt path leding to my family's tent, when I spotted far off in the distance, camels with people... a caravan! I knew it was my uncle because of the colorful flags on his camels. I ran inside and yelled to everybdy that he was here. Everybody knew that my uncle brought many wonderful things from many lands, far and close. The real reason why I was happy was because I knew he wuold tell me stories of the outside world. Once he arrived, he hugged everyone, and then traded some other traders some exotic foods and what- not. I asked him if he would tell me a story or two of the outside world. Then he smiled, and had asked me if I wanted to explore the outside world and see it for myself, since I was old enough. I felt so happy!
I had always wanted to see the outside world for myself, but I knew that the previous years I was just too young. I definitly wanted to go. I ran into my ran to my parents' tent, yelping with joy. I told them about the great news. After I told them, they seemed sad and worried. They said that they think I'm still a little too young to leave them, but that I was old enough to make my own decision. I left the tent, feeling angry that they thought I was too young to take care of myself. Then I saw my little brother, crying how I'll never see him again. Then I started to feel sad, for two reasons. One, I didn't want to leave my family and only see them every 6 months. On the other hand, I didn't want to stay here at this place much longer, I just can't stand it.
My uncle saw me me in the morning and asked me what my final dicision was. I had thought about it long and hard the night before. I knew that the caravan was probably already too large, and I knew I was barely ever going to see my family. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said the words I thought I was never going to say to my uncle, especially after offering me a chance too leave and be free,"No thank you". My uncle seemed confused at first, but then just turned away and headed back to the ready- to- leave caravan. I felt so empty and lonely, but about three months later we got a letter saying that my uncle was one of the few survivors in a harsh sand storm, that completely destroyed the caravan.
I had always wanted to see the outside world for myself, but I knew that the previous years I was just too young. I definitly wanted to go. I ran into my ran to my parents' tent, yelping with joy. I told them about the great news. After I told them, they seemed sad and worried. They said that they think I'm still a little too young to leave them, but that I was old enough to make my own decision. I left the tent, feeling angry that they thought I was too young to take care of myself. Then I saw my little brother, crying how I'll never see him again. Then I started to feel sad, for two reasons. One, I didn't want to leave my family and only see them every 6 months. On the other hand, I didn't want to stay here at this place much longer, I just can't stand it.
My uncle saw me me in the morning and asked me what my final dicision was. I had thought about it long and hard the night before. I knew that the caravan was probably already too large, and I knew I was barely ever going to see my family. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said the words I thought I was never going to say to my uncle, especially after offering me a chance too leave and be free,"No thank you". My uncle seemed confused at first, but then just turned away and headed back to the ready- to- leave caravan. I felt so empty and lonely, but about three months later we got a letter saying that my uncle was one of the few survivors in a harsh sand storm, that completely destroyed the caravan.
