“Faster, Faster, Ezra” I yelled to my disabled uncle. It was his first time here and he hardly ever spent time with me. So this was the moment he did. He was sweating so tough because of the bright scorching sun, but still continued to run. Round and round in circles he went. He stopped to catch his gulp of air but I kept screaming at him (well mostly just doing secret language which meant keep on going). “C’mon Ezra run now” I said desperate to stop running but couldn’t because my uncle might do the same. After that we started to bounce the ball together. He acted as if he was in a basketball game. You could see his facial expression when he shot the ball in an imaginary hoop. His facial expression is like I’m going to do it look. (You know what I’m talking about Right?). The crowd goes wild. “Aaaahhhhhhhhhh” but actually it’s my grandparents applauding and saying” Go Ezra Go Ezra You can do it” They repeat over a million times.
After the whole workout we go inside. He’s breathing so quickly like his heartbeat that is doing the same. We go indoors to the kitchen and sit down at the table. I get a full stack of papers (which they are worksheets) and lay them in front of him. He immediately tries to escape but I was so fast like lightning that I was able to catch him. He sits back down looking at me (trying to make me feel sorry) for him but it doesn’t work. Later on everything was done. We sit down relaxing and started to gobble hot dogs on a stick along with tomato sauce on it. It even ended up beside and under my lips. Ezra sitting there eating his hot dog smiling at me (which is a sign that he is laughing and it means that he likes his hotdog).
While I was noisily eating my hot dog because it was so crunchy. I sat there thinking to myself that this is the nicest thing I have done so far in the holidays.
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