If I had to choose only one day in my life to live it again, it was September, 2

3th in 2005. I was nine years old and I used to spend my afternoons, playing wit
h my toys, helping cooking with my mom or reading short stories with my grandfat
her . Every day at six o clock, my dad would come home and tell us about his day a
t the job . He was sometimes very tired but still cheerful. He never allowed any
thing bad from its program of work affect your mood, once he got home. On 23th o
f September, something unusual happened. I was playing with my puzzle, since a q
uarter to six, as I did every afternoon.
as The church bell sang and I knew it was six o clock, and my dad would be home an
y minute. The time passed and did not arrive. My mom was beginning to worry.
we had no way of getting in touch with him. Mom called the office: he had left
at half past five, as accustomed. Finally, after two long hours, his car appeare
d in front of our house. Mom asked me to stay with grandpa as she ran out to see
him. I looked through the window again and I saw dad was getting out of the car
with difficulty, as if he were carrying something heavy. He was. Mom entered th
e house with a gloating smile, saying something about choosing names. After her,
entered my dad, with a box he carried one little puppie that have been my best
friend since that wonderful day.