Before my sister go to school by bus,I always go home crying,because I am afraid to sisterwon't come,but her sister in her car,will always comfort me.I'm happy so little,but they don't know.I'm after they leave,or cry,tears flowing down like a waterfall.Before that I have to stay in the mirror.I become brave.Quick lift the sixth grade,so to make up,so I can't go home this year,when the tears are not obedient to climb up the eyes.I told myself,I can't cry,I had endured.In the sister on the bus at that moment,I looked at my sister a familiar and lovelyface,but also bear the taste of the kind of tears in my eye,I feel I grow up,I learn to be strong.Don't cry.I thought to myself:my sister will be back,will I'm sure,she dared not come back.I have been using it to eliminate the doubts in my mind and tears,the two words in my mind"wandering" I am pleased.
I grew up,in that sister go the moment.
