I am never really a kind of person who likes to admire other persons (well, for a girl, I am a rather “free-spirited” person) even when they should be. But, when it comes to my elder sister, I can’t help admiring her even on her worst days.
My sister is about 5 years older than me, and since my childhood, she is the person who looked after me in the absence of my parents (they were both working parents). I can still vividly remember those days when I was allowed to play outside with my friends, and I didn’t want to return home, but it was my elder sister who had pulled me up with her two hands and pretty much “snatched” me from the playground. I can also remember those special times when my elder sister kept playing cartoon movies one after another until I actually chose the one which I decided to watch in the end. My elder sister and I loved baking chocolate cake together, and this memory goes back to those days when I had just probably learned to write a full sentence and draw an elephant without any help. Anyway, I don’t really see my elder sister now because we both have different work and school schedules these days.
I really admire my sister mainly because she is a truly loving and patient person for her age. In fact, in my 25 years of life, I have never seen my elder sister get mad at me even though I have done plenty of things to annoy her. As an elder sister, she knew her role perfectly well in the absence of our parents as I remember her cooking for me and feeding me even during the days when she fell sick. Finally, I admire my elder sister because of her sheer determination which made her study for a PhD degree at night after having a full-time job during the day time.
Объяснение:
Когда мистер Хайрем Б Отис,американский посол купил Кентервильский замок,все говорили ему что это очень глупый поступок,потому что там есть приведения.В одиннадцать часов ночи семья отправилась спать,и через пол часа все огни погасли.Некоторое время после,мистер Отис проснулся потому что услышал шум за своей комнатой.Это был звук,будто звенел металл.Он сразу встал,чиркнул спичкой и посмотрел па время.Был час ночи.Мр Отис был довольно спокоен.Странный звук продолжаться,так же он слышал звук шагов.Он надел тапочки,взял небольшую бутылочку из чемодана и вышел.Сзади него он увидел старого мужчину.Он выглядел испугано.Его глаза были красные,волосы длинные и серыеодержала устаревшая,грязная,наручники и ржавые цели были на его запастьях и локтях."мой дорогой сир" сказал Мр Отис "эти цепи нуждаются в смазке".он достал маленькую бутылочку смазки.я отставлю это тут для тебя и я дам тебе больше чем ты нуждаешься.с этими словами посол положил бутылочку на мраморный столиушел вернулся в кровать,закрыв дверь за собой.
This person is me.
We first met from the first day of my life.
Passion prevails in me,emotions rule me.Im very clever and quick-witted.
I believe in destiny, and my love is selfless.I love freedom and i wish it to all of my friends.Usually im not aggressive,but if someone can dare, i will like a monster.But i love myself, in spite of my flaws.