By Fatima Az-Zahraa Dadou
Despite my warm black fur coat, I shivered at the cool, crisp, autumn air. I stayed close to my father, looking around in the forest that was starting to look dark. I wondered if my dad, 2 older cousins and brother really knew how to get back to the house because personally I was lost. My cousins startled me by yelling in Arabic "Watch out! Bears!". Grabbing my hand, my dad ordered me to run after my cousins who shouted back "we stepped on the cubs". Running on my 6 year old legs I could tell I was slowing my dad yet soon as we passed by a bush, my hair that I had been wearing loose stuck on a branch and I would now hold up my dad more than ever. My dad filled his own hand with thorns and splinters in attempt to loosen my hair from the bush. He then realized that I was also wearing a black furry coat that might make me look like a cub to the Mama bear and finally untangling my hair he took off my jacket holding it in his arms and bade me to run with him. There was now very little light in the forest and I wondered whether we would make it home alright.
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