Dear Diary,
Last night was the debate. It was very
interesting topic for me because my actions do speak louder than words. Dad,
being dad, stood up and intervened to translate me when my friend couldn’t talk
fast enough. At the time, I was very upset because it was my debate and he was
ruining my ideas by putting them in the order I hadn’t.
I was so upset because he had ruined my
debate on a topic I was so interested in. But, that was just dad being dad. I
understand that now. I am not as upset as last night because I can see where he
was coming from.
Dad got up early this morning to go to the
orchid. I must do something to make it better between us. As I looked out the
window, I could see the tractor. The old run-down tractor, that is only held
together by duct tape and chewing gum.
I knew what I had to do to mend our
relationship. I can hear the tractor is almost finished, I hope dad isn’t going
to be mad at me because I am only trying to help.
I had better go and take the tractor back
home. I hope dad will be happy with my help.
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