Who says little boys don’t feel: they do feel and very deeply too Last year we ha made plans to go on a tour to Europe. I was very happy and excited because I had never seen Europe before when suddenly the plans were changed and it was decided that I should stay behind because of my schooling at Campion School. After a few days we went to the Aerodrome to see my parents and brother off in the plane. I was feeling so bad that I nearly began to cry but I dare not show my tears since daddy had told me that I was big boy and big boys never cry. Soon the aeroplane came in sight and I gave my mummy a big kiss and whispered “I wish could come with you”
Then the aeroplane flew away. I then went to live with my aunty; though I liked her very much I cold not help missing my parents and my brother. On my Calendar I marked with a red pencil the day on which my parents were to arrive 17 more days for the great day, 16 more days, 15 more days; my joy knew no bounds when at last the great red letter day arrived and I with my aunty and friends went to the ship to receive my parents. At last I saw them looking for me. I ran to them and I was picked up in their arms and held lose; there was never a happier boy in the world at that moment than I. There is no need to tell you that I was overwhelmed with presents and beautiful things brought for me from Europe and among them were a little boys dreams a Swiss watch and a Raleigh cycle. In spite of all this I begged my mother never to part from me again. So it shows you how much a little boy feels and remembers.