My Precious Gift
I ‘am 17 years old and on this coming days I ‘am going to be a real women, I ‘am turning 18. As a tradition we need to celebrate it. My family really spend too much for the event. And when the event came it was good, it was successful. I had lots of gifts from friends, lots of family bonding from the relatives on both sides made it. They came. I was happy then, but I person I really expected to come –my brother. He didn’t make it because of some reasons. After 1 week he came home with all the apologizing stuffs. It didn’t work. And when he talked to me, I can help it but cry and say all the things I want to say after that he laugh and laugh and laugh. He told me that I ‘am already a women but yet I ‘am still his sister and I hugged him. Apology accepted. Then he gave me a small box at the back of my mind this present from him maybe it is a necklace, a ring or a bracelet. I opened it; I saw a key and pointed his very precious car. This car was from our grandfather, it was precious as his life. Then suddenly he had just gave it to me. It was second hand now, so I think it’s time to make over the car because I ‘am the new owner. I asked my brother if he can extend my gift because I want some help. I want to see some vw accessories so that I can change the things I wanted to change on the car, and also to budget my funds. It was my favourite gift I ever received. In this gift I saw how important and how precious I ‘am for my brother.