Last summer, my family went on a trip to visit . He lives in a small town near the mountains. The weather there was , not hot like in the city. We were all happy to see him.
is my father. His name is John , everyone calls him . He is friendly and always tells funny stories. My sister and I love to listen to him. He has a that he wears every day. It was a gift from Grandma, she passed away. Now the is his, not .
One day, took us to a small airport. He used to be a pilot! He showed us a small . "This is old, it still works," he said. "Would you like to me fly it?" We were so excited. The ride was because owns the . We flew over the mountains and saw beautiful views. It was !
and I asked many questions. He answered all of them. "Can we come again?" asked. "Of course," he said. "You are always welcome. My home is your home."
My was happy to see us having fun with her dad. She said, "I am glad we came. is the best." We all agreed.
On the last day, gave us a small gift. It was a photo of us standing next to his . "Keep this," he said. "Remember our time together." We promised to visit again soon.
Now, every time I look at the photo, I think of and that day. My family and I plan to go back next summer. We can't wait to see him again. He is special to us, and we love him much.
