Saturday night on a disco, Brad,a man of 23 years old was dancing with his friends. While Brad was dancing he accidentaly hit a girl of his same age called Jean. Jean fell and hit her head in the ground and Brad helped her by picking her up and bringing ice to cure the wound in her head. While Brad was putting ice in Jean's head, he introduced himself and Jean also did it. They started talking and later they fell in love with each other. Three years later Brad and Jean got married and went to Paris on their honey moon. Jean got pregnant and 9 months later the baby was born and Brad called him Chad.
Brad, happy with his family, bought a house in New York and he would work on an administrative office. With his job he mantained his family. Brad started working in the morning and came late to his house. Because of this, Brad started feeling bored, sad, alienated from his family because he didn't spend enough time with his family. Also he felt alone because of this and started drinking to try not to feel so alone. After drinking, he came back home drunk and hit Chad. Brad kept doing this every night. Jean, tired of this situation, told a judge about the situation.
Finally, the judge decided that Brad could not see Jean and Chad again. That was the last time he ever saw them.
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Diary Entry
I wrote a diary entry about a grandmother that knit and she love very much knitting, she does it all the time. Her family told her to stop knitting but she refused.
January 6th, 2013
Dear diary,
Today was a day like all the days I live.
I woke up in the morning, had breakfast and then I started knitting. I knitted a lot, I knitted two scarves and two pull-overs till midday. When I was young I knitted twice this things till midday, but that's because I was younger and my hands were faster, I am old now and my hands are slower. At midday I had lunch, I ate a sandwich of chicken, tomatoes, lettuce, ham, cheese and ketchup. Then I had dessert that was vanilla ice-cream. That's the thing that I always eat after knitting in the morning till midday. Then, in the afternoon, I knitted again and I remembered when I was young and knitted faster, after that I gave the things I knitted to my family. My family doesn't want me to knit for them because they said that they have too much already more than they can wear and that there's no necessity to do that much. I will still knit for them because I love them and that's the only thing that is interesting to me. When the night came I rested watching TV, then had dinner, and then knitted a pull-over for my son. Now I'm going to sleep.
Good Night