I remember when I was small I drew a picture that I really loved. I drew it after my family dinner.

I first actually wanted to draw a circle then I went to the toilet and when I came back I forgot what to draw, so I just drew something randomly. At last it came out like a clown. So i just edited and then it turned out that I loved it. But one day after school I lost it. I couldn't believe it. I was sad and angry. I just didn't want it to get lost. I asked Mum if she saw what happened. She said "No."

Then I asked my little happy brother if he saw what happened. He said "No."  I felt sad.