Story

Two years ago, when I arrived to Astana, my cousin Amir, got sick. Then my godfather took him to the doctor. I looked for our bags and my mom told me to find my cousin and his family, and she gave me a bag of food. But I didn’t find anyone. I understood that I was forgotten. I wasn’t afraid, I called my friend Adelya and we laughing together with her mom. After that her mom called to my mom and I went home with my family. That was really funny. I stood with a bag of food in my hands and it’s looked like a hint for me.