“Don't be silly,” said another child. “They don't exist.” “They do so,” retorted the little girl.
I've even seen pictures of them in a travel brochure.
I've got eleven books on tape,” said a little boy,so I can listen to them whenever I like.
Once upon a time my Dad used to tell me stories when he came home from work.
That was nice, but he's hardly ever home these days, and even when he is he's too tired and doesn't feel like it.
“What about your mother?” asked Maria. “She's out all day too.” “It's the same with us,” said Maria.
I'm lucky, though, having Rosa to keep me company.
She hugged the little girl on her lap and went on, “When I get home from school I heat up our supper.”
“Then I do my homework, and then” - she shrugged her shoulders - “then we just hang around till it gets dark. We come here, usually.”
From the way the children nodded, it was clear that they all fared much the same.
“Personally, I'm glad my parents don't have time for me these days,” said Franco, who didn't look glad in the least.
“They only quarrel when they're home, and then they take it out on me.”
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