Essay on visit to a Friend’s House

I can not forget to visit my friend 's house. When I was invited to a friend Sri Chalan, I went to his house in the village of Kothar together. I stayed there for a week.

Sri Chalan and his family are very kind. Their hospitality gave me a very deep impression. Shreecharan's mother is a very kind woman. She is kind and considerate. She takes care of me as much as I can. She takes care of my breakfast - tea, breakfast, lunch, dinner, evening tea and dinner. Every night she insisted on drinking a cup of warm milk before I went to bed.

Sri Chalan's father is a secondary inspector of the retired school. Many times, he told me to be very close to him, let me sit next to him. He made a very good quarry for me and everyone else in my family. He is a very considerate gentleman.

His sister Nalmada is 14 years old. She is just, handsome and cute. She knows music and dance. Every night she plays my organ and sings a very exciting song for me. Therefore, she gave me a lot of fun. Narmada is her name. Her stroll and music have a rhythm in her voice. She handed me a beautiful handkerchief, she was carefully knitted for me all the week.

Sri Chalan is very busy with me. He is looking at my peace. So, I had a wonderful week with my friends and my family.

This visit to my friend 's house is very important to me. Here, we form deep emotions and intimacy. So, at the moment of their departure, their eyes were full of tears and tears. We got intimate as I left when I left, as if I tore the way from them.

This visit has launched a series of visits / trips keeping the vigilance of the house of Khan-Meade - this is my father's father's surprise trip and a trip from a nearby university. Friends and her fiance Halloween will return to Houston for a day trip and celebrate Aasim and his brother's wife 's birthday, and Thanksgiving' s full moon in mid - November. At this point, the folding mechanism on the raft is paralyzed and there is no doubt that the vacuum will overheat! (I am really looking forward to weekly busy weekends till the end of the year - it's a 24-hour Christmas story, a surge in eggnog, then a huge shame and regret)

I met one or two friends at school. I made one or two friends at a youth club near my host family. My homestay parents included me in everything, on the go, on holidays, on visits, on weekends. It got better. I visited their parents, grandparents, aunts and cousins. I do not have any other children, but I have a family. When my parents arrived in July, I wanted to stay in the rest of high school. Even if I had to take the exam on 4th July. I made friends. I learned to like my school uniform. That is because I gave freedom from high school fashion games. I learned how to get on the bus. I am learning to drive (left side)! My homestay rebuilt the mini in the 1970s of Orange. There is a new elf hairstyle. I have thin jeans, long sweater and bikini. A local youth club boy likes me. I know how to get to the beach by bus and go to the beach with my friends. (This is a resort town, English on the South Coast of the UK, for beach resorts)