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My Summer Holidays - Original Writing

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t was the first of June. The sun was shining brightly and there was the flavor of joy, happiness, and vacations in the air. I breathed it and truly felt how my body overwhelmed with the freedom and desire to move the mountains in the pursuit of great vacations. I planned my summer holidays during the whole year, and I knew for sure that it had to be a marvelous time spent with friends, ocean, sunshine, fresh fruits, and disco parties. My mother has changed everything that day. She decided that charity was the best thing, which I could do in the summer, and enrolled me to the special program, aimed at attending the elderly homes and assisting senior people there. Saying that I was disappointed is nothing. I was truly furious, because it meant that I would be obliged to spend half of the week helping some old grannies. This activity was not included in my summer to-do list. I felt rage because during the whole year I worked a lot to pass the exams, to receive excellent marks and to get the appreciation of teachers. I did everything I was told to, and as a result, obtained the punishment in the form of geriatric homes visiting. Today, I understand that it was God’s blessing. It was a chance to look at my life from a different angle and to understand its gist and essence. However, at that time, I considered myself to be the victim of my mother’s cruelty. My first visits of the geriatric home did not make any impression on me. Old wrinkled people were sitting and chatting about

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