No Photographs

I woke up late the next morning.

The sun was already high.

I did not walk to the main road and catch a bus.

All the buses go to Darpur early in the morning.

So I stayed at home on Wednesday.

I was still very tired.

I rested and talked to the villagers about the money order.

I told them about the Identity Card and the photographer.

The school teacher said, "Yes, the official is correct. In a Post Office, you always show your Identity Card."

The school teacher filled in my application form for an Identity Card.

Application Form For Identity Card

Name: Adam Jamei

Address: Village of Minta

Age: 72 years

Place of birth: Village of Minta

Occupation: Farmer

Color of eyes: Brown

On Thursday I travelled to Darpur again.

I walked to the main road and I caught a bus.

In Darpur, I walked to the house of the photographer.

I knocked on the door of the house.

No one came to the door.

I knocked again loudly with my stick.

A woman opened the door.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked.

"Can I have my photographs, please?" I said.

"Your photographs? I have no photographs," the woman replied.

"I came here on Tuesday. Where is the photographer?" I asked.

"He's out. He's not here." And the woman closed the door.

I shouted at her, "I'm waiting here for him."

                                    ——《百词斩爱阅读》