Hi, my name is Ghaith Alkhouli. I had a good life teal I was 4 years old. A war had been devloped in my country, Syria.
When I turned 5 I had to leave to Egypt, the bad thing about it was, that our flight was on the first day of our holiday, but we had to.
Me and my family made it to Egypt safely,I was so happy that were out of war, and then we relaxed to the next day, but we were alone.
FFFFFFFFFF. My life is getting BORING.
The next day we got a call from my sister and she said, " My husband DIED". Me and my dad, and mom started crying and told her, " what happened. She said he went to see his car to get the tickets and got sniped in the head.
My sister came and lived with us. My dad started working as a vet and we were getting better.
We had a good life and 4 years after, we went to U.S.A and my sister went to Germany and married there now we are in a very good pisotion.
I wish I can die and rest. Why did people do that tp us?