The happiest time in my life.

  A 'LITTLE' VACATION

            It was a cold day in mid-winter of 2003. Winter break was just around the corner. Me and a group of friends sat around a table discussing our plans for the next when one friend exclaimed “hey guess what, I’m going to Florida over the break!” everyone got so jealous and started shouted at one. “Bring me back a bracelet!” “Bring me a t-shirt please.” One announced. I was starting to wish I could get out of this Popsicle of a country and go somewhere fun for the winter break.

            When we got home my dad called me and my siblings upstairs he said he had very big news for us. We all went upstairs and sat on the couch anxious to hear what my father was going to say. “How would you feel if we took a little vacation?” he asked.

            “YES!” we all shrieked. “That’s a great idea!” my mom contributed. I was so excited! This was my first time from being outside of Canada. There I was wishing to go someplace warm and relaxing, then all of a sudden my dad says we’re going on a vacation! It was like he read my mind or something.

            It became silent in the room as my brother said “daddy but where are we going?!” “We are going to PAKISTAN, my home country where I grew up.” Everyone was excited to go; we had heard many stories about my parent’s childhood in Pakistan. Right then we all ran downstairs to pack.

            No one knew what to pack because they have never been to Pakistan before. “Pakistan is very far away from Canada so pack everything you need as if you where never coming back here.” My mom said. We all couldn’t wait to go and now tell our friends where we were going for winter break!