Kathy looked at her new room’s white walls. “They’re so plain.” “Don’t worry,” Dad said, “If you don’t like them, we WILL MAKE the walls any colour you like.” “Do you want pink?” Mum suggested. Kathy SHOOK her head. “No, pink is either for BABIES or for silly girls who like Barbie dolls. I’m neither of those.” Her parents smiled but DIDN'T SAY anything. “But what colour to choose? I wish we COULD ask a designer for professional advice,” said Kathy. “Oh, no! It’s out of the question!” said Kathy’s mother, firmly. A designer’s advice is much MORE EXPENSIVE than we can afford.” “Ok. It was just an idea.” “Getting back to the wall colour, why not make your room yellow or orange?” Dad suggested. “When the walls ARE PAINTED in those colours, the room will look cheerful.” “Yes!” Kathy definitely liked the idea. “We’ll make three walls yellow, but the FOURTH one will be orange.” The next day, when Kathy came back from school, her Dad said: “Look what I HAVE BOUGHT.” There were paints and brushes on the floor. “Everything’s ready for us to start.” He smiled and handed Kathy the brush.
I was walking down the street. There have been many events on this street. For example, people talked to each other, walked, children ran, and old people were sitting on benches. While I watched at the happening already many minutes in the same time old woman was brining the heavy bag. She does not had enough to strenghts to hold bag. After all i decided to help her. I bringed a bag at the place where she said. She suddenly gifted me a card that i collect in my book. In the next morning I said it to my brother and after it I put the card in my book.Ever since,after three years i still help people when they need my support
