Dogs in the streets. Cachorros nas ruas.

On my Christmas eve, hath of my family went to celebrate in my uncle’s house. I was very tired, and end up sleeping there in the sofa till we left my uncle’s place. I was tired because, the night before, me and my cousin stayed up all night, watching this terrible movie, while talking.
In our way back home, when we were just blocks away from our house, we saw something running in the middle of the street. Two dogs, one looked exactly like MY Wendy, the other looked different, but it was hard to se. My mom and grandma got out of the car and started screaming. I was very sleepy, and all I could do was keep staring and crying. But my aunt was pissed off with me because I was not out there helping them catch “Wendy”. And she started screaming at me (like always). My aunt stopped the car in the middle of the street and left me there alone, but my mom, who was also tired, came and sat in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go home honey, those dogs are not ours.” She told me “Mom!” She called out my grandma.
I was choked. My Christmas was ruined.
When we got back to my house, or I mean my grandma’s house, we only saw Fifi waiting for us in the front steps. Where was Wendy?
I know where. Sleeping, in her little bed. My Christmas was ruined over NOTHING.
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Na minha vespera de natal, parte de minha familia se reunio na casa do meu tio. Eu estava morta de sono, então acabei apagando, e dormindo la no sofa, até nos irmos para casa. Eu estava muito cansada porque na noite anterior, eu e meu primo ficamos a noite intera assistindo um filme chato, e conversando.
Na nossa volta a nosso lar, quando estavamos apenas quadras a nossa casa, vimos algo no meio da rua correndo. Dois cachorros, um era igualzinho a MINHA Wendy, o outro era differente, mas estava dificil de enxergar. Minha mão e avó sairam do carro e começaram a berrar. Eu estava tão cansada que tudo que podi fazer era observar e chorar. Porem minha tia estava irritada comigo porque eu não estava ajudando a pegar “Wendy”. E ela começou a gritar comigo (como sempre). Minha tia parou o carro no meio da rua e me deixou la sozinha, porem minha mãe, tambem cansada, veio e sentou no volante.
-Vamos pra casa filha, aqueles cachorros não são nossos. – Ela me disse - Mãe, vem. - Ela chamou minha avó.
Eu estava em estado de choque. Meu natal estava arruinado.
Quando voltamos a nossa casa, ou quero dizer, a casa de minha avó, vimos apenas Fifi esperando por nos. Aonde estava tal Wendy?
Eu sei aonde ela estava. Dormindo, em sua caminha. Meu natal foi arruinado por NADA.