My summer holiday is simply. I wrote
stories and let my friend read. She is also. And she always writes more
quickly. And I went to my hometown in the second week. I saw my grandparents. They
were so happy. But I missed my home and that city. I missed my friend. I can’t
write during that time. It made me can’t feel very happy. But I got some good
ideas and I bought a little lovely gift to my friend. I hope to see the laugher
on her face.