Ukraine has got a short history​

When my younger brother, Ibrahim, was a toddler, he used to call me dad (instead of Eyad) and we used to laugh about it. But as we grew up, 7 years apart, this joke started to become a reality. Ibrahim copied me in every possible way, and has an unshakable faith in me. For the longest time I considered him my best friend. I took care of him, taught him, and confided in him. I care about him so much that I don’t want to disappoint him. I know he is watching my every move, so I am watching my every move. I know he is copying every word I say, so I am careful with what I say. If I ignore my work, he ignores his and if I cut corners, he follows suit. I want to be proud of him so I need to be proud of me.
Last summer, I asked my father if I could help around the office. He said he has “a project” for me. I had to scan some 1000 old charts into the new electronic system.

1) My mother said that she liked my way of speaking.

2) She said that she would go to swim.

3) He told me that he had seen a horror.

4) He said that she was cooking dinner.

5) My father said that I had been watching TV the previous day.

6) The girl said that she had been studying for 3 years.

7) He told my sister that he was going to buy a new house.

8) She said that she had made a cup of tea 2 minutes before.

9) Her father said that he had been reading that book since childhood.

10) She said that she enjoyed playing football.