My uncle, who is a reporter at a TV station, writes news reports every day, and sometimes he goes out to report on traffic or weather, even when it is windy and wet. His job keeps him very (11), so we can only see him on weekends. Last Friday he called my mother and said, "Watch Channel 52 at eight tonight." (12) Because we did not want to miss anything, we all sat down in front of the television at seven thirty and waited. (13), at eight o'clock, his face appeared on the screen. He was talking about a new park (14) was built next to the river, and my mother was so excited that she took a photo.
Long ago, people who wanted to send news to friends had to write letters. They put the paper in an envelope and sent it by mail, and a letter often took a week to arrive. Today most people use email or send messages on their phones, (15) their words arrive in a second. (16), my grandmother still likes the old way, because she says a letter feels warmer than words on a screen. Every spring she writes to her sister, who lives in the eastern part of Japan, and her letter is often five pages long. (17) Then we walk to the post office. Two weeks later, a (18) from Japan arrives, and Grandma reads it to me.