Similes !!

Kia ora, ko taku pepeha tenei !

Is this real or fake?

Are these picture real or fake?

What makes a trustworthy family!

Good families are built on strong relationships with good communication. Family is about trust, honesty, loyalty, respect and love.

Trust impacts the strength of a good family. It's also important to show faith and respect to your relatives and never lie to your family. As an example, you see your mother's wallet and you look through and you see a $10 note. You take that $10 note and use it to buy food. Once you return, your mother asks you where her $10 is. You feel anxious and nervous and so you blame your siblings for taking it. Don't lie about something you did, it's better to take responsibility for your own choices.

Love is also a requirement of a good family. You should always show aroha and mana to your family and especially your parents. Always help your mother clean the house or help your father do the garden or even share your belongings with your younger siblings. 

Spending time with your family is more important than spending time on your device. Families help you through everything and there is no perfect family in this world every family is special.

Treasure Box!

As I lay on the stone cold floor the bombs get louder and louder. I snuggle up against my father, feeling frightened that I will never be awakened from my slumber!. 

Everywhere I look, buildings are collapsing, bombs erupting and people rushing out of their houses. As I dash quickly out of my village, I stop and think, where are my friends? I turn back trying to find them, but it is hard to see through the smoke and fire that floats through the air. I decided to continue on my way out. As I look back, I see, horrified, that soldiers are throwing bombs and shooting everywhere.

It has been days and my feet are burning, stomach is aching, skin is dry and my body is weak. We finally made it to a new but dilapidated village. It was huge and frightening but it was enough for us to stay in for the night. I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking that I might find my mother here. I searched and searched but no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't find her. We were all woken up with the sound of bombing, it got closer and closer so we all evacuated quickly and started to continue our journey. I heard the sound of coughing and sniffing from my father, but I didn't really think about it. All I was thinking about was trying to save my father and myself.

Hours passed by and the sound of coughing continued. I started to get worried and stressed because my father looked really pale and weak. He handed me a strange box that was wrapped in a thick cloth and said, "This is a book about our people, about us. It is rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold." I didn't have time to read it because as I turned my head to see my father, he was lying on the ground taking his last breath closing his eyes slowly. His friends helped me bury him with a long rusty cloth. It was hard to see and it was the most horrible and heartbreaking moment I had ever been through. I decided to say a short prayer and leave a small sunflower as a reminder of us together. I continued, leaving the suitcase behind and taking the box. It was upsetting not having someone beside me but I knew that my father would be happy with me no matter what I did in life.

My journey has been stressful, without my father or mother here to encourage me through this amazing journey. I am now old enough to afford an apartment. I am currently working as a teacher. I teach others about our people from the past and the struggles they have to go through to protect themselves because they had nothing, but rusty old blankets. Every day after work, I think about visiting my father, but I never get the opportunity to, I am busy teaching or having important meetings. Today I thought, ''Should I visit my father So as I was strolling around the neighbourhood, I was thinking about visiting my father and my old village. The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of beautiful chirping.

I have decided to go back and visit my past. After many hours travelling I spotted a tree I remember burying the box under. As I get closer and closer I remember burying the book under the Linden Tree! I walk closely to the tree and I see a little girl sitting there. I asked politely if she would help me dig up the box, and she agreed. So we started to dig, using a trowel. The little girl asked, ''will there be rubies, silver or gold inside?" Once we found it, I told her that, ''this book, it is rarer than rubies, more splendid that silver and greater than gold. This book is about our people and us!" Once the little girl was satisfied, she left and told her family.

I was excited to see my beloved father. I arrived, I told my father what I had been doing these past few years and what I am doing for a living. After talking for a while, I decided to visit my old village. As I looked closely, I see the new and colorful changes that had happened. I searched and searched to see where my old house was, but as I tried and tried harder I still couldn't find it. It was like my memories got wiped. I didn't really think much about it, but I was devastated and upset that I couldn't remember. 

Finally it was time I put the treasured book back into the new and secure library, and let generations read it. 

THE END!!

Thank you for taking your time to read my interesting and shocking narrative. It took me days to complete this so leave a helpful, kind and thoughtful comment on what your opinion was on my writing. 

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