My Pen Pal
I have a pen pal who lives in a faraway place. He lives all the way across the ocean in a different country. He tells me about what it is like to live in his country. I tell him about what it is like to live in mine. I live in India. In many ways, our lives are very similar. We both go to school and both enjoy listening to music. There are also ways in which our lives are different. My pen pal and I usually write to each other at least once a month, but I waited longer to write him a letter this month. I was waiting for my loose tooth to fall out. I wiggled my tooth a lot. It didn’t want to come out. I tried different tricks, but they did not work. At last, while I was eating something sticky, the tooth came out. Then I tossed my tooth up on the roof. I asked a sparrow to take the tooth and give me a new one. This was a custom in my country. When a new tooth began to grow I thanked the sparrow. I wrote a long letter to my pen pal about losing my tooth. He wrote back and told me about his tradition when he loses a tooth. He said he puts the tooth under his pillow. During the night someone takes the tooth away. What a strange custom! I like learning about different countries.
