Remember the departure of a kind uncle

Hello dear friends, I hope you are well. The story I am writing to you is more of a memory. With a little distortion, I hope you like it. I was calm and heartbroken, and it was not very polite at that time, like now, for 14-5 year old children to do the same. How could it not be that I was myself, my own childish world, until my uncle became a groom? A month had passed since the public groom, when my parents had to go on a trip. Also, because she was a public teacher, I was allowed to go to the public house in the middle of autumn, and the weather was very cold at night. I woke up and no longer slept. I was sleeping in the hall when the heater was there because of the temperature in the room I had left that bedroom open because I was sleeping near the heater. I was very hot and I was thirsty. The general is lying on his side without pants and is moving back and forth. I thought he was cold. I took his pants, which were in front of the room. "Come on, pants," said Uncle Mig Mig, and in a fraction of a second he quickly took refuge in the bathroom. Uncle's wife was also under the blanket, and the blanket was wrapped around her like a snake. You came out, put on my pants, you have a cold. The public, while I mentioned, went to the grave of my father's father. He had a dog on his lips. And I made my thoughts brown and I was afraid of myself, I was a child, whatever I pressed in my mind, what a mistake I did not think that God forbid they would not open us in the middle of Persian, and I was still thinking when the public said whether the child would die or not, I said, I went to my mattress, I was thirsty at all, I forgot, I was at my uncle's house for a week. It took a week, and the day after the public event, it took years to buy an electric heater for that room, and I just found out that he was in Dodor that night, and at least I was happy that the public bought an electric heater for his blood, and after that night the public It was never the former uncle. This was the story of my uncle's leaving. Thank you, dear friend, for taking the time to read my story. Charles Dick Heads_