Sky

It was as if the dark clouds were racing each other. They were just about to meet the nine-year-old. Grandpa came into the house with a bunch of colorful bags in his hands. I ran over and threw myself into their arms Grandpa handed me one of the bags. It was amazing!

My grandfather had never brought anything in a bag with such a pattern before I  asked:

-Grandpa why is that?

-Just like that?

-Well you still don’t understand 

-Why?

-Your grandfather grandmother loved such bags 

-What kind of person was my grandmother? She taught  children raised them  loved to read and was a very pure person. The main thing is these

-If only my grandmother were here now….

She was a wonderful person  

My grandfather said  interrupning me I envied my grandfather just like any other child. I grew up listening to my grandfather teach them . The are with me in my heart. As I was starting at a point in the middle of such thoughts the boy next to me interrupted my thoughts:

Teacher can you check my homework ?

Blind eyes

-Finally  my son we are going to the capital tomorrow.

-Haaa will we stay there for a long time?

-We will leave when the doctors say so.

-Then will you take me to the park?

-God willing we will definitely go.

-I love you, honey!

-Okay honey, have a good rest -he said and left 

-Dawn passed. Mother and son set off happily. The boy was thinking about something in his mind. They reached the hospital. The boy’s operation was successful. Since the boy had good immunity, the wounds healed quickly.

The boy asked his mother caressingly.

-Mom shall we go to the park now?

-Darling, let’s get home

-Mom honey, be careful, we are turning left. Stop! Hold on don’t trip.

-My child, you are so kind 

-Not like you!

Hamdamova Dilzodaxon Halimjon qizi was born on May 11, 2009, in Uchkoprik district, Fergana region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a 10th-grade student at the Erkin Vohidov Creative School.