I was walking as quick as I could home to get a drink of water. The heat was blazing that day, at 104 degrees. As I got home to my village, I was glad to see my mother having ready a jar of water, which was very rare in my country. I ran to my mother, but was stopped when I heard a noise. Camels, and a caravan. I looked to see who was inside of it, and I saw my uncle. He got out of the caravan as the camels cleared away. He walked over to me, and I was surprised, because usually he would go to my parents, not me. As he came closer I got worried. Had I done something wrong? Did I miss the time to face the Mecca? I was trembling as he was standing next to me. "Hello my young little nephew. Well, you aren't that young anymore. You are now allowed to come with me in my caravan! Would you like to come?" I gasped. That was a dream come true! I of course had to ask my parents first. "May I ask Mama and Baba first?" I asked. "Of course you can!" said my uncle. I ran to Mama. "Mama! Baba! May I go with Uncle in his caravan to go travel?" My parents were very hesitant if I should go. But, they let the decision to me. They simply said, " It is your choice."
I thought I should definitely go, and I thought of the cool caravan, and I wouldn't have to walk, or ride a camel. But then I hesitated, because of my parents. Then, I thought of my excited uncle, who really never talked to me, asked me to go with him. I decided not to go, because of my parents not wanting me to go, and for a couple other reasons. I had a lot of work to do at home, and I should earn money to go buy water, because it is very scarce in my country. I wouldn't think it would be fair to see all the other children, including my siblings not being able to come along with me. I'd have to watch them ride camels and walk everywhere in the scorching heat of the deserts. I told my uncle I didn't want to go, and why, and he was perfectly fine with it. Once my siblings grow older, I have a job, and my parents have changed their minds though, I may reconsider.
I thought I should definitely go, and I thought of the cool caravan, and I wouldn't have to walk, or ride a camel. But then I hesitated, because of my parents. Then, I thought of my excited uncle, who really never talked to me, asked me to go with him. I decided not to go, because of my parents not wanting me to go, and for a couple other reasons. I had a lot of work to do at home, and I should earn money to go buy water, because it is very scarce in my country. I wouldn't think it would be fair to see all the other children, including my siblings not being able to come along with me. I'd have to watch them ride camels and walk everywhere in the scorching heat of the deserts. I told my uncle I didn't want to go, and why, and he was perfectly fine with it. Once my siblings grow older, I have a job, and my parents have changed their minds though, I may reconsider.
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