Reading habit:

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Last weekend, my aunt came to visit us. Mumma and Dada were very excited to have her with us. Mumma told me that she was a friend of both of them and she was visiting us for the first time after I was born. I too was happy and was eager to meet her. When she reached our house, she was very happy to see both Mumma and Dada. Then she came to me and hugged me tight and told me that she was so happy to see me too.

She brought many gifts for me. There were toys, dresses and a lots of story books. I loved all of them. The books were very colourful and full of lovely pictures. I told her that I love picture stories. She toldme that reading books is a very good habit. We get to know a lot of new things when we read books. I told her that I can’t read all the words, but I like to listen to stories. My Aunt told me that as I was small I would not be able to read the whole story book. First Mumma and Dada will read out the stories to me before bedtime or when we have some spare time. Then slowly with time, when I grow up I will be able to read the entire story book.

Books are fun. They take us to awhole new world. We get to learn a lot of new things; about people, food, culture and many more. We get to see new perspectives.Reading books enhances our imagination power. We get a lot of knowledge by reading books. Books also help in concentrating and improving our focus. My Aunt also told me that books are the best companions when one is alone.

Post lunch, she read out a story to me – Alice in Wonderland. This is the story of a little girl who dreams of falling down a rabbit hole and getting to explore wonderland. While listening to the story, I also started wondering, how it must have felt when Alice was exploring new places all alone. My aunt told me; when I grow up, I would also go places alone. Exploring new places, meeting new people, new food. Knowing about weather, culture and perspective.Travelling alone is fun.

Now that I am small, I go out to different places with Mumma and Dada. Mumma and Dada both love travelling. They always take me along wherever they go. They guide me through everywhere. Last month we went on a “Giant Causeway Road Trip”. It was very much fun.

My Aunt showed me all the other story books she brought for me. They were all very beautiful, full of colourful pictures and conversations. I thanked her for bringing me so many story books. My Mumma came to us and told me that she would read stories to me every day. I was very excited and happy. I thanked Mumma aswell and hugged her tight.

Easter Preparations – A Time for Family Celebrations

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celebrationEvery year, my parents arrange for Easter preparation, while I just sit and watch; but this year, Mumma said that I could participate, too! I can barely hold my excitement in! I am determined to work tirelessly, with zeal, to help my parents with the adornments.

I learnt all about Easter from Dadda. When I was three, he had made me sit on his lap, and enlightened me about how Jesus Christ had sacrificed his life for us, and how his death was followed by his Resurrection.

“What does Resurrection mean, Dadda?” I had enquired. He had replied, “It means rising from the dead.” I remember being happy to learn a new word.

I was awestruck after learning about why we celebrate Easter, and I felt guilty, too. So I apologized to God for all my sins.

Since Easter is just round the corner, we have begun shopping for all the items that are necessary. I have painted a picture of Jesus, and Dadda said he loved it.

Mumma has bought a beautiful, red dress for me. I will wear it to Church on Easter Sunday. While she has been keeping busy cleaning the house, I have been helping her in every way possible.

I have also helped my parents pick out the music CDs that we will listen to, on that day. My favourite Easter song is “This is the Way the Bunny Hops”, and I have prepared a little dance to perform along with it, before Easter dinner.

This year, I am also going to help Mumma with her cooking. The menu has already been decided, and even thinking of it gets me drooling. There will be ham, along with truffled eggs, and mashed potatoes for dinner; for dessert, she wished to bake a carrot cake but I insisted on brownies, instead.

Our decorations have also been planned, and I was overjoyed when my suggestions were taken into account. There will be an Easter Bunny center piece, and I am responsible for picking flowers from our garden, for the empty vases.

I have also made a “Happy Easter” sign, to be displayed at the entrance, and on our door, a wreath, entwined with bright, rice lights, will be hung. I hope the adornments look as beautiful as they do in my head.

We follow a tradition in our house on each Easter Sunday. Dadda hides the Easter eggs in various spots in the house, and I try to find them. It is similar to a treasure hunt, and he provides me with clues to help me to look for them.

I will get to paint the Easter eggs as well, but Mumma says I need to be cautious, lest they break.

My best friend, along with her parents, have also been invited for dinner. I can barely wait for Easter, and I sure am looking forward to having a great evening with the people I hold close to my heart.

Even though it is somewhat difficult to celebrate someone’s sacrifice, I understand that He gave up His life only so that we can live in peace and harmony. I have decided to be a good person, because I do not want Him to look at me from Heaven and feel that He sacrificed His life for nothing.