My Decision!

     So my uncle asked me if I want to join his caravan. I need to think about this. I mean I really don't like that my town is a crossroad for traders and herders. What should I choose? I've lived there my whole life but I dread the freedom of the travelers. My uncle said that I was old enough to go and join his caravan but should I? I spend lots of time thinking about this big situation in my life. As I think, I come across to a decision. When my uncle comes into town with his crew I tell him no and that I don't want to go. I feel that my uncle is upset because he wanted to tell and show me things that he thinks I will like. I had many reasons to say no. These are my reasons: I know my family needs my help around the house, I would miss my family very very much even though I will probably visit them only about once or twice a year. A lot more reasons will come to mind as I think about my uncle and his caravan. Three or four months later my family needs my help to work around the house. Our house almost got knocked down. My uncle still hasn't came to visit. I think I made a good decision because if I wasn't here right now my family would not be able to do this by themselves.
        Two months later my uncle comes and says "Wow, I love what you have done with the place!" He doesn't even know what has happened. I tell him what has happened and that I think I have made the right decision. He says I have been hardworking and knows what I'm going through. He gives me $10 and gives me a hug. He says that he thinks that I made the right decision to.