When I was five years old, I lived with my family in my grandma's old house. It was very old and small, but we were 1 there. We didn't have a lot of money, but we grew our own 2 to eat and made our own clothes.
Every day after school, I would 3 outside and wait for my dad to come home from work. He worked on 4 all day for drivers. When he got home, he was tired with oil on his hands. So the first thing he would do is to 5 his hands. Then he sat in his old chair while mom and grandma were making dinner. After dinner, I loved 6 onto his back and watching TV together. His hands were strong, and I always felt 7 and loved.
Now I am 55 years old and the oldest person in my family. I have some health problems, but I still remember those happy times with my dad 8 . I wish I could go back and sit with him in that old 9 one more time, just to 10 him how much I love him and thank him for making me feel so happy and loved as a child.
