Shirley wants to be a singer. She spends hours in her room, practising in front of her mirror. She tells herself that she needs to work really hard and her dream will come true. She also tries to study famous singers to improve her look and her skills. However her brother is tired of listening to her and does everything he can to disturb her during her practise.
Yesterday, my little brother who has no hair, attempted to shave. He looked at himself in the mirror, he used our father's shaving foam, one of his razors and started shaving. Of course, he cut himself. He then looked at me, his face covered with white foam and tiny red dots of blood, as if he had put on an old man's beard and I couldn't help laughing.
On my way home, as I was taking the subway, a man bumped into me. I stopped, ready to yell at him, but he immediately apologised. I forgave him and I got into the train, I arrived home, I took off my jacket and then I realized that my wallet was no longer in my pocket. I should have been more careful with my belongings instead of getting mad because someone pushed me.