Croeso i rifyn 8 cylchgrawn digidol Gwynllyw. Dyma gyfle i chi ddarllen, gwrando ar gerddoriaeth, gwylio clipiau ac hefyd gymryd rhan. Os hoffech gyfrannu at y rhifyn nesaf, ebostiwch eich syniadau at llais@gwynllyw.org cyn dydd Iau 11eg Mehefin 2020.

Welcome to issue 8 of Gwynllyw's digital magazine. This is an opportunity for pupils to read articles, listen to music, watch clips and take part. If you would like to contribute to the next issue, email your ideas to llais@gwynllyw.org before Thursday 11th June 2020.

Lawnsiodd Lynne Neagle, Aelod Seneddol, gystadleuaeth yn ddiweddar i ysgrifennu traethodau am arwyr Covid-19. Mae nifer o'n disgyblion wedi cymryd rhan a bydd rhai yma bob wythnos i ddarllen. Diolch yn fawr iawn i bawb am gymryd rhan ac am eich gwaith arbennig. Lynne Neagle , Senedd Cymru, launched a competition recently to write essays about our Covid-19 heroes. A number of our pupils have taken part and will feature some each week for you to read.

Dyma waith Daniel Phillips ac arwyr Daniel yw ei Fam a'i Dad.

To me, my Covid 19 hero would be my parents. I know many people will be choosing heroes such as, Colonel Tom, N.H.S workers, charity workers, front line workers, yes they are all deserved heroes, and will forever be heroes, but to me my heroes are my parents.

I would like to think most people believe that their parents are heroes. I think it is important to recognize them, honour them and all they do for us.They are my heroes because they have taught me a lot and they know the value of life. They have kept me grounded during this outbreak, and made what is a strange situation not so strange. A hero to me is a person, who is selfless and helps others to grow in all areas of life and that is my parents. Without them I would never have coped with this new Covid 19 life we have all been subjected to.

My Dad born in December 1979, and my Mam, born in May 1982, met in Trevethin School ( they did not like each other then hehe ). They have been together for 21 years, married for 14. They still make each other smile and have great fun together. My Mam always said that we are the 3 musketeers. I do not say it enough but I really look up to them and I hope I have a relationship as fun and as good as theirs. They always work hard to give me a fab life and always put me first.

Firstly, my parents have always taught me to give to others when you can, and always help others whenever you can, no matter how small it can make a big difference. No matter what my parents face they do it together, and I think this makes them strong, they always do it with a smile and ensure I am protected at all times. They always have my back and I know they will always help and guide me. They have taught me life is a gift to be enjoyed each day, if you work hard you benefit in the end. Always give 100 percent, even if you fail if you have tried your best then you're still a winner. Don't get me wrong, my Dad is a lot more laid back than my Mam ( she can be a little crazy protective of us hehe); they are not perfect, who is?? But to me they are the best. If I am poorly they go out of their way to care for me, no matter how tough of a day they have had. They let me go online and play with my friends, keep me in contact with family, play games, watch movies. They keep my day full.

Secondly, they might not seem like a typical hero what does the word hero mean?? How do you define a hero?? They are a person who often do what is better for the greater good, kind, courageous and smart. And that's my parents, even if my Mam keeps sayin'I'm glad you have your dad's brains, or you would be going back to school a lot more behind than what you started before this homeschoolig' hehe. During this outbreak Mam is constantly not just entertaining me, keeping me safe, helping me with school work, but checking family are ok , that my Grandparents have all they need. My Dad delivers all they need once a week even if he is really tired after work. They comfort me, care for me and teach me every day. I know they might not seem like a typical hero but to me they are.

Finally, true heroes exist everywhere, they do not have to be superheroes with powers flying all over the place. They can be sat right next to you. A hero is a person with compassion and puts others first and that to me, is both my parents, my heroes, the ones who have got me through so far this covid 19 outbreak, keeping me safe, entertained, and more importantly happy.Â

Dyma waith Saesneg arbennig o dda- stori am Baris gan Freya Swenson Blwyddyn 10

Paris was a very different city.

Of course, some things looked the same; the exclamation mark of the Eiffel Tower still punctuated the skyline; Sacre-Coeur still sat on top of its hill at Montmartre watching over the city's inhabitants as they went about their business; and the silver ribbon of the Seine continued around the buttressed flanks of Notre Dame, churning between the bridges that linked the river's right and left banks.

To all of us however, Paris is now a very different city.

No matter where I went those iconic landmarks of Paris were changed forever. On close inspection The Eiffel Tower was corroded by years of rust with the surrounding ground cover stained a rusty orange colour. The gargoyles that once keep watch on the city from their lofty purchases high in the structure of Notre Dame Cathedral were dotted around the ground; smashed, deformed. The flea market along the banks of the Seine, once swarming with company now gone, leaving only the scraps of the red, white and blue material that once hung proudly over the town. The Seine once devoid of life was now running clear and full of fish and other water creatures.

It wasn't always this way; it all began five years ago on a bleak midwinter's day. Christmas day in fact. The remarkable thing about Christmas is that I celebrated my birthday on the same day. It was my 12th birthday. Every year like clockwork I would climb out of my bed and run down the creaky staircase in an endeavour to wake up my family so we could gather in the living room to open up the gifts we received, but that year something different happened. You see when I reached the living room to my surprise nobody was up and the room sat in eerie silence.

I went upstairs to wake everyone up but there was no one in any of the rooms. I started to panic - where could they all be? After I came to my senses I realised they must have gone out which was odd for a Christmas morning. I was startled by a knock at my door; I didn't think lot about it when I opened it as I live in a close knit community in Neuilly-sur-seine which is a few miles away from the capitol. It was Henri Chalamet and his two sisters Renee and Therese

"Marie are your family in because mine are nowhere to be seen, I'm worried what if they're missing." Renee blurted out.

"No but my family are mostly like out, you know how they like to go out early to the Christmas market" I responded hesitantly.

We pondered for a minute and all four of us agreed on rounding up the town to try and work out what had happened to all of our parents. We started to ring our friends and suggested we all gather in the town square later that morning. Each person was told to pass the message on to their friends and cousins. When it reached 11 am the town was filled with people who had received the call. Henri decided we needed to understand who had gone missing, it was then we realised we all had something in common... we were all children.

The town square was packed with people like sardines in a tin; everyone roaring and questioning where their parents were and why had they disappeared.

"Be quiet everyone we will have no chance of figuring this out if everyone argues" shouted Michael the oldest amongst us. "We can't make you stay here so if you want to leave; go and don't bother coming back but if you want to stay here and help figure out what the hell is happening to us go over to Renee who will go over the plan. Thank you and stay calm."

People left complaining that it was better without parents and how it was a waste of time coming here, but many stayed to discuss the plan

"Right so it's best that we all split up, some you should go out and collect food from each shop. I know it it's not right but don't worry about paying as there is nobody to give the money to and we may need the money for more important things."

Five of them left the group.

"Marie and Henri you to go to the town hall to look through the archives to see if there's any clue or research which will be useful to us". After Renee finished assigning roles and jobs we all left to do ours.

Henri and I reached the town hall and after a few minutes rummaging through various offices and files and eventually we found a file that was labelled the Virus. We opened it and it revealed that the council had research from scientists have discovered something involving an infectious cell in the body of adults.

"Why does it stop there? Why isn't there any more information or a treatment? Why didn't they publish?" I shouted while throwing the paper around. "Right we need to tell the others".

Two hours later we all regrouped in the town centre to share what we found out. "I went to see if we were the only place to have adults go missing and it turned out it's happening worldwide" Therese exclaimed.

There's no cure, we are stuck like this.

Months had now passed. The oldest Michael had now disappeared, it was very disturbing when he got infected- he was there one minute and then I saw him rot away all in the matter of seconds leaving nothing behind of him. We are stuck here too scared to leave the town but thankfully we have enough supplies to last us for some time.

So still stuck in what was once a beautiful place that I called home but it's just a distant memory. I'll be turning 18 in 6 months and I've spent the last five years without the comfort of my family. I wonder when I will be reunited with them or if I ever will be reunited.

Freya Swenson (Blwyddyn 10)