Last July, my family took a holiday in a village. We stayed there for five days and enjoyed ourselves every day. However, when we went home by train, my 6-year-old son found his favorite ball was lost. The ball was a gift from his best friend, so I knew what it meant to him. I called the hotel which we stayed in, but they said, "Sorry. No one has found a lost ball here. " My son was very sad.
One week later, we received a box from the hotel. My son couldn't wait to open it. He was very happy to see his ball in the box. I was glad that the hotel helped us find the ball in the end.
