Recount text - Sunday's bad treat

 Written by: Ummu Imro'atus Sholihah



That Sunday as usual, all the
boarding school’s yard filled with the line of luxury cars. Many parents came
to see their daughters, who have been living in the boarding school. I viewed
down from my bedroom’s square window on second floor lazily.
It was 11:00 a.m.
but the sun was shining brightly, some children flew around between the cars
happily, and