My Holiday.
I saw the elevator door slowly open as me and my dad waited anxiously outside to see my mum.
I felt anxious and scared waiting for my mum as she came out later than we anticipated so I thought something was wrong...
I wondered if she was going to be ok and if so if she was in a state where she could speak to us.
I heard the delicate "Bing" of the elevator (containing my mum) reaching our floor.
I smelt the unpleasent aroma of the smelly carpet as I layed down on the floor.
Fatigue had set in because of the long day that we'd had.
What did you do on your holidays?