My writing

Will it be too late?

The date was 13th July, my 345th birthday it was my last day of seeing my father dying in pain, watching him puking out blood, listening to him crying in tears and saying he deserves this punishment.” I’m just so sick and tired of  of looking at my father dying, especially on my birthday. I decided to pretend it’s not my birthday, but to fight for my father’s life and freedom.

Their I go saying goodbye to my father and tell him “it will be alright” (just to make him feel better haha). But before I leave he gave me a little present that he bought not long ago for my birthday and say “ I love you.”. I    I wiped my tears as I went flying out of the door and seeing my dad trying to eat his soup. It was really hard for me just to leave him like this, I  clenched my hands as tight as I could, but I have to find a powerful medicine to heal my father before it’s too late.

As I wiped my sweat off my head, I began to cry into tears because I feel useless climbing on this mountain because I forgot that I can fly. As I arrived the great mountain of things, I suddenly saw a sign that has a picture of an old man called by the name of rumpelstiltskin, I grinned and laughed at that name because it’s so..  I just can’t describe his name haha.It has his telephone number aswell, So I took out my notebook and my pen and began to write down his telephone number  0210654321…  to be continues next term