I remembered when we had a picnic at the beach. We were walking on the sand and just talking about life. The sand was not too hot or too warm. The temperature was good. The water was not too hot or too cold. We had just walked around the stores and shopped. We also rode the roller coaster. I felt happy as we picked up sand dollars. Then, we walked to the dog beach to meet my sister and my dog. Later, we all went out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant. After that, we went home. I realized that fighting didn’t solve our problems. Instead, it just made things worse. I wished that we got along more when she was alive.
(Typed by the amazing Ms. Priester, because she accidentally deleted my document while helping me.)
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