My little sister is twelve years old. She likes playing the piano and listening to music. She likes her lessons a lot and works hard at them. My mother always takes her to school in the morning, and brings her home in the afternoon. When she is at school, she listens to her teachers carefully and likes to answer her teachers’ questions. When class is over, she goes out of the classroom to play games with her friends. She is friendly to them.

　　 She thinks friendship is warm. But I don’t think so. She said“You can’t understand friendship is precious, but a friend in need is a friend indeed.” “Yeah, maybe.” I said, but I still refuse to believe that.

　　Although we sometimes have different views, we are concerned each other.