FINDING PARENTS...
My brother, mom, dad, and self were going on a trip. It was not a usual trip where we would go to Singapore, Africa or America but it was an unusual holiday we were going to Harappa. My Mom was very inquisitive to know about the history, so we all decided to go to this place. We were quite excited to visit this place but scared at the same time because the earlier reports stated that the visits of many tourists had come to a mysterious end.
After a day on the airplane, we reached Harappa. We set off on our journey and in a while, my brother and I could not trace our parents!!!! We started panicking plus became anxious. We didn't have any mode for communication which made us even more nervous. As we couldn't find our parents we moved ahead to take a chance to find them while exploring Harappa. On our adventure, we saw houses made from baked bricks and potable water most of the time. We saw a place with grains around and as I was studying about this place in school, I thought it to be "The Great Granary". We also visited a site with drains and taps everywhere, I was sure it was "The Great Bath".
We visited many places but we still didn't give up on finding our parents. My brother and I went to a place known as "Burial Site". Me being an informative girl narrated a few highlights of the place like a tour guide. I noted, the people in Harappa believed in life after their death, so there were pots around the burials which may have contained food earlier. The citizens differentiated between the rich and poor as a result; there are gold, silver and bronze beads around the rich and there is a simple burial for the poor. The things around the burial are considered to be those personal belongings according to the archaeologists.
As we moved ahead, my brother spotted a lady crying and we approached her whether she required any help. As soon as we reached to the lady we were happy to see that she was our mom. She was sitting with dad on a step sobbing as she had lost us. She and my dad gave us warm hug. My mom was inconsolable. We traveled back home together hand in hand.
On the way back in the flight we all saw the movie "Finding Dory". This movie really cheered up the mood of my mom. The next day back to school, I shared my learnings, adventure with my classmates and teachers for which I was highly appreciated by them.
My brother, mom, dad, and self were going on a trip. It was not a usual trip where we would go to Singapore, Africa or America but it was an unusual holiday we were going to Harappa. My Mom was very inquisitive to know about the history, so we all decided to go to this place. We were quite excited to visit this place but scared at the same time because the earlier reports stated that the visits of many tourists had come to a mysterious end.
After a day on the airplane, we reached Harappa. We set off on our journey and in a while, my brother and I could not trace our parents!!!! We started panicking plus became anxious. We didn't have any mode for communication which made us even more nervous. As we couldn't find our parents we moved ahead to take a chance to find them while exploring Harappa. On our adventure, we saw houses made from baked bricks and potable water most of the time. We saw a place with grains around and as I was studying about this place in school, I thought it to be "The Great Granary". We also visited a site with drains and taps everywhere, I was sure it was "The Great Bath".
We visited many places but we still didn't give up on finding our parents. My brother and I went to a place known as "Burial Site". Me being an informative girl narrated a few highlights of the place like a tour guide. I noted, the people in Harappa believed in life after their death, so there were pots around the burials which may have contained food earlier. The citizens differentiated between the rich and poor as a result; there are gold, silver and bronze beads around the rich and there is a simple burial for the poor. The things around the burial are considered to be those personal belongings according to the archaeologists.
As we moved ahead, my brother spotted a lady crying and we approached her whether she required any help. As soon as we reached to the lady we were happy to see that she was our mom. She was sitting with dad on a step sobbing as she had lost us. She and my dad gave us warm hug. My mom was inconsolable. We traveled back home together hand in hand.
On the way back in the flight we all saw the movie "Finding Dory". This movie really cheered up the mood of my mom. The next day back to school, I shared my learnings, adventure with my classmates and teachers for which I was highly appreciated by them.
