First Weekend Without Dad

It's pretty strange without Dad during the weekend, no guitar music, no shouting, no one to ask math questions. In the morning, when I was writting my homework, Dad had a call for us from America. The first sentence he said"Hey, son. I'm in Chicago!", "Really? Have you went to the basketball game?" I asked. "Ha Ha, the Bull team? nah...I can't", we went on the conversation. Minutes and minutes passed, and Richard was shouting right beside my ears, "Oh, come on! When's my turn?" "Just wait for a minute" I said. We talk and we talk, after Dad's cellphone from his company stoped. How would a company let it's people talk so long? But, before 5 minutes passed, the phone rang again.

I finished most of my homework and I went to have my own P.E. class, "basketball games"!! Ha Ha. Four o'clock in the afternoon, we had our art class. Still, without the guitar's playing. At night, I walked with Mom and my brothers. Again, no Dad. Hope, I hope Dad can come back as soon as he could.

Only one week last for Dad to come back! Yeah!