I was scared. I didn't want to stay there, when my dad left for the shop. I decided to follow him. I went out from the swimming pool. Unfortunately I couldn't find my father. There were lots of people. I lost my way! I was terrified and started to cry.
A woman, who saw my tears, started to say something to comfort me. But I couldn't understand her. I couldn't speak Hungarian.I didn't know what to do. I was running there, screaming: "Dad!".
Finally, I saw my dad. He was just coming back with some ice-cream. I felt so happy! Dad didn't understand what had happened. I explained it to him. At last everything was OK.
So ... what's the moral of the story? ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR DADDY! DADDY KNOWS BEST! :-)
Asia, class I "g"