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It was a long time ago, about 3 years. But, although, I can remember how happy the people were. When I arrived with my parents, I was dressed in black and white, exactly the same colour as all the other people. It was very exiting. It was the wedding of my uncle. When he arrived, he was all dressed in black and it was at this moment I knew why I was dressed which this colour. I had a bit of the m’en and a bit of the women. I can remember the colour on the wall, a light grey. A was giving my hand to my father and he was looking at me back with a big smile. It was obvious he was happy. We walk through places I cannot remember the names, but I know how beautiful it is. I think that I was proud of my uncle but I didn’t say it to anyone. When we sat, on the benches, my father didn’t sat with us but came near my uncle. My mom explained to me that he was ping to sign something very important ask he needed to be next to his brother.

When it was finish, I was sad because I liked the finest. There was music. I was dancing. My uncle told me he was happy I cama and he hope I was too. We came home I a said to my father: “I liked it, I am happy for you and your brother. I am proud for him”.

J’espère que c’était ça.

Bon courage.