Wow it's been a while hasn't it? Yeah. I'm not too good with schedules...
Okay. So today, I'd like to say thank you to the people who raised me, my parents. They're constantly pushing me to do my best. They help me with homework and I know that I can always go to them when I have a problem. I know sometimes I can be a little rude to them and sometimes we'll get in fights but in the end, I love them. They taught me to walk. They taught me to talk. They taught me manners and are always teaching me new things. They're on their feet all day doing things to support our family and they never get to rest. Even when they come back home from work. They're not paid to cook for us. They're not paid to do anything for us. But they still do it. I don't know how I'll ever thank them for all they've done for me. They completely supported me in all my decisions. I know this was really short but here's why I wrote it.
Most teenagers feel that they're ready for independence. They think they know everything. They don't. Our parents are wiser. They are humans too. Fighting with them won't get you anywhere. It'll only hurt their feelings. We have to take the time and thank them. We have to take the time and tell them we love them. Someday, they won't be here to help us when we need them the most. Let's make the most of the time we have left with them.
And remember.
Don't raise your voice on the people who taught you how to talk.
Introduction
Hi. I'm an 11 year old girl in Grade 6. I'm from Egypt but live in Canada. I am proudly a muslim. All my life, I've loved writing. When I was less than 4 years old, my mother introduced me to Microsoft Powerpoint. I started to make "books" on it. When I started school, my love for writing just grew. But from kindergarten to Grade 3, I had something called Selective Mutism. In Junior Kindergarten, I wouldn't talk to my teacher. I was completely silent. I don't know what caused me to be like that. As the years went on, I would whisper and only talk to my friends aloud. I had therapy, but even the therapist couldn't solve the problem. So I did. I gathered the little courage I had and finally decided to transfer schools. I'm much more comfortable in the school I'm in right now. I talk out loud, have the best friends in the world, and have the best teachers a girl could ask for. I have given it some thought and realized. I love saying my opinion. I love hearing other's opinions. Being a journalist is the job for me. Now I don't know if my dreams will change, but for now, I want to make the most of this dream.
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