Friday, 1 November 2019
Monday, 21 October 2019
The Family with Great Loyalty Makes a Good House Hold
The Family with Great Loyalty Makes a Good House Hold
A family with great loyalty and respect signifies to me an honourable family.
For me loyalty and trust is a crucial part of a family. Loyal family members show respect and would not hide secrets from each other. For example, one time my brother had a bad grade in one of his subjects, instead of lying about his dreadful grade, he told the truth with no hesitance because he trusted my parents to respond appropriately. Without loyalty and trust between my family members we would be very separated and would not know anything about each other’s lives.
Aroha/Love is said to be the key to eternal happiness. Love is the glue that bond our family members together. When Mum was very sick, my family and I took care of her and prayed for her with love. Without love we would not show sympathy to each other and would be unable to connect to other people.
In my family I find our relationships sometimes complicated. Though I don’t think my family is perfect, I do believe we have a good enough relationship that I can use my family to show what a good family would be like.
Monday, 14 October 2019
Tuesday, 24 September 2019
Treasure Box Filled In
Plan
Peter was left stunned and devastated by the tragedy that had just taken. Seeing his mother’s death, burning in an ever heating inferno.
After all the explosions, Peter searched deep inside his soul to find his guardian angel, not losing faith in her. His mother was always the person who took care of Peter and now she is gone, but Peter knows she will always look after him in the afterlife.
Johnson called Peter over and said, “Hey Peter I know mum just died,” he said, “but we have to move on, we have to get out of here before they come back and finish what they’ve started”. As the loyal kid he is, he trotted slowly to his dad full of depressed feelings. He followed his dad to their dark and eerie basement. As soon as he entered the room, his body was filled with shivers. Though outside it was an inferno, it was still winter, the basement was immune from the heat radiated, it was below ground and freezing cold.
Johnson called Peter over. Peter knelt down next to his father. His dad showed him a box. Peter asks “What is this?”. “It's our treasure” John answered. “We don’t own treasure” Peter said with doubt. His dad explains “this treasure is not any type of treasure, this treasure is a book.” “A book?” he questioned “Yes, a book, a book about our people, it’s more rare than rubies, more splendid that silver, and greater than gold.” Then his dad took a metal box from a pile of junk and said “this should keep the treasure safe for generations and generations.”
Peter packed his clothes and essentials. He and his dad had met with the other survivors in the centre of the town. “Everyone, we have to stay together, we can use our quantity against their weaponry.” The Mayor announced “ we need the most combat ready people in the front so that they can protect us with our few weaponry, with full potential.”
The town’s citizens started their journey. After they walked for a two kilometers everyone's foot we tired, every step they took was like a step on a pool full of nails. The temperature was not helping, the winter snow it freezing every one’s foot as their shoes gets soggy and wet numbing they toes. Slowly the temperature has gotten through Peter’s father, and soon he got sick and desperate to live. The little fever his dad had slowly turned into a more severe. His temperature was slowly getting lower.
Few days have past and his Dad was seriously ill. In the last few minutes his dad had Peter hugged him tightly and closely, hoping that the heat left in Peter may be able to save his father. With Johnson’s last breath he said “Peter, I’m about to leave, and I need you to take care of our treasure” “No dad you have to stay with me” sobbed by Peter “you are the last person with me and I need you” no answer.
A short funeral was set for Peter's dad. The villagers left Peter alone with his dad’s body. After an hour or two of his Peter finally stood up and said his goodbye crying his last tear off.
When Peter had met up with the others the villager kids said he should just throw the box away it will just weigh you down. “Their right” Peter thought “but I made a promise to my dad and I can’t break that promise.” Then Peter realize something, “This box was more important than anything I have in this suitcase” so he decided to leave his belongings on the ground.
A week has passed and Peter was very tired of carrying the heavy metal box. He saw the large mountain he had to hike, and realizes that he can not go any longer. He sees a large linden tree next to a cottage thinking that a great tree can be a good landmark, so he buries the book beside the tree hoping that he will come back and retrieve it again.
One old couple came up to Peter and ask if he would be happy if they adopted him as their son. Peter agreed to this after realizing that he has nowhere to go to.
Fifteen years have past and Peter is now 28 years old. He has a well sustained life and a good paying job. He walked back to the cottage and met a girl playing in the front yard of the cottage. He called the girl over to help him. “What are we digging up?” the girl ask “ our treasure” Peter answered “does this have a rubies, silver and gold” the girl exclaimed! “No, this treasure is more rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold” Peter explained. After they dig up the treasure the girl’s face turned from excitement to disappointment. “What is this?” the girl asked with confusion. “This is the treasure” Peter expressed “This is just a book” the girl replied “Yes, but this book is about our people and this is more valuable than rubies, silver and gold.”
Peter led the girl to his father’s grave and started to tell the legend of the Treasure box.
My Treasure Box
Peter was left stunned and devastated by the tragedy that had just taken. Seeing his mother’s death, burning in an ever heating inferno.
After all the explosions, Peter searched deep inside his soul to find his guardian angel, not losing faith in her. His mother was always the person who took care of Peter and now she is gone, but Peter knows she will always look after him in the afterlife.
Johnson called Peter over and said, “Hey Peter I know mum just died,” he said, “but we have to move on, we have to get out of here before they come back and finish what they’ve started”. As the loyal kid he is, he trotted slowly to his dad full of depressed feelings. He followed his dad to their dark and eerie basement. As soon as he entered the room, his body was filled with shivers. Though outside it was an inferno, it was still winter, the basement was immune from the heat radiated, it was below ground and freezing cold.
Johnson called Peter over. Peter knelt down next to his father. His dad showed him a box. Peter asks “What is this?”. “It's our treasure” John answered. “We don’t own treasure” Peter said with doubt. His dad explains “this treasure is not any type of treasure, this treasure is a book.” “A book?” he questioned “Yes, a book, a book about our people, it’s more rare than rubies, more splendid that silver, and greater than gold.” Then his dad took a metal box from a pile of junk and said “this should keep the treasure safe for generations and generations.”
Peter packed his clothes and essentials. He and his dad had met with the other survivors in the centre of the town. “Everyone, we have to stay together, we can use our quantity against their weaponry.” The Mayor announced “ we need the most combat ready people in the front so that they can protect us with our few weaponry, with full potential.”
The town’s citizens started their journey. After they walked for a two kilometers everyone's foot we tired, every step they took was like a step on a pool full of nails. The temperature was not helping, the winter snow it freezing every one’s foot as their shoes gets soggy and wet numbing they toes. Slowly the temperature has gotten through Peter’s father, and soon he got sick and desperate to live. The little fever his dad had slowly turned into a more severe. His temperature was slowly getting lower.
Few days have past and his Dad was seriously ill. In the last few minutes his dad had Peter hugged him tightly and closely, hoping that the heat left in Peter may be able to save his father. With Johnson’s last breath he said “Peter, I’m about to leave, and I need you to take care of our treasure” “No dad you have to stay with me” sobbed by Peter “you are the last person with me and I need you” no answer.
A short funeral was set for Peter's dad. The villagers left Peter alone with his dad’s body. After an hour or two of his Peter finally stood up and said his goodbye crying his last tear off.
When Peter had met up with the others the villager kids said he should just throw the box away it will just weigh you down. “Their right” Peter thought “but I made a promise to my dad and I can’t break that promise.” Then Peter realize something, “This box was more important than anything I have in this suitcase” so he decided to leave his belongings on the ground.
A week has passed and Peter was very tired of carrying the heavy metal box. He saw the large mountain he had to hike, and realizes that he can not go any longer. He sees a large linden tree next to a cottage thinking that a great tree can be a good landmark, so he buries the book beside the tree hoping that he will come back and retrieve it again.
One old couple came up to Peter and ask if he would be happy if they adopted him as their son. Peter agreed to this after realizing that he has nowhere to go to.
Fifteen years have past and Peter is now 28 years old. He has a well sustained life and a good paying job. He walked back to the cottage and met a girl playing in the front yard of the cottage. He called the girl over to help him. “What are we digging up?” the girl ask “ our treasure” Peter answered “does this have a rubies, silver and gold” the girl exclaimed! “No, this treasure is more rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold” Peter explained. After they dig up the treasure the girl’s face turned from excitement to disappointment. “What is this?” the girl asked with confusion. “This is the treasure” Peter expressed “This is just a book” the girl replied “Yes, but this book is about our people and this is more valuable than rubies, silver and gold.”
Peter led the girl to his father’s grave and started to tell the legend of the Treasure box.
Peter's parents were going to divorce.
Monday, 9 September 2019
Friday, 23 August 2019
My own touch to the story treasure box!
The library is all burned down now. I’m able to fed blaze getting stronger. It’s getting fueled by the books that used to exist. I can see the dead flesh piling up ‘til they make a mountain. I feel disgusted of what they've done to our library. I can smell the flesh getting burned by the heat radiated from bombs.
We started to amble to the other town. The first night of our pilgrimage was painful. We had to sleep on imperceptible pebbles. I had little sleep, I was too busy worrying about the people we had to leave. How are they? Are they fine? Did I do the right thing?
As soon as we arrive in the new village I felt the guilt catching up to me. It has been a few days in the new village, I can’t keep the guilt inside anymore, I plan to leave the day after tomorrow to see if there are any survivors left. I am going to go with some armed men to keep me safe while I search for survivors. I hope my family safe.
Sadly, we were only able to find three survivors on the first day. On The second day we met two survivors who I do not know which was quite suspicious as I thought I knew everyone in this town. The next day we followed the survivor we met yesterday to a hiding spot we believe some survivors are hiding in. they said my family is inside so we plan to rescue them as soon as possible. Gunshots fire...people scream!
We started to amble to the other town. The first night of our pilgrimage was painful. We had to sleep on imperceptible pebbles. I had little sleep, I was too busy worrying about the people we had to leave. How are they? Are they fine? Did I do the right thing?
As soon as we arrive in the new village I felt the guilt catching up to me. It has been a few days in the new village, I can’t keep the guilt inside anymore, I plan to leave the day after tomorrow to see if there are any survivors left. I am going to go with some armed men to keep me safe while I search for survivors. I hope my family safe.
Sadly, we were only able to find three survivors on the first day. On The second day we met two survivors who I do not know which was quite suspicious as I thought I knew everyone in this town. The next day we followed the survivor we met yesterday to a hiding spot we believe some survivors are hiding in. they said my family is inside so we plan to rescue them as soon as possible. Gunshots fire...people scream!
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