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 to5 his hands. Then he sat in his old chair while mom and grandma were making dinner. After dinner, I loved6 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.
