“I don’t want to go!” I argued, my voice squeaking. “I want to see my sister!”
We were at the hospital, standing behind the curtain. I was four and my brother Christopher was two.
Daddy said, “You have to go, but you can come back in a little while.”
“OK,” I said. Even though I felt unhappy, I ran with my friends so the time could go faster. I was eager to come back to the hospital.
Then Daddy came to pick me and my brother up. I was so enthusiastic that I sprung into Daddy's arms. When we got to Mommy's room, I was ruffled. I didn't know what to do. I looked at my baby sister so reverently. Then Mommy said, "Kayla, come on the bed and hold the baby." I slowly climbed up on to the bed and. . .
I held her. I felt so tender. I love my baby sister and she loves me.
Epilogue: Now I am six and Christopher is four. My baby sister Valerie is two.
Kayla, do you like to write? I love your story.
ReplyDeleteI like the dialogue. Please write another story like it.
Christopher
Josh said: Kayla your story was super!!! By the way do you want to be a author when you grow up? (respond by mail, phone, email, or poney express)
ReplyDeleteps if you pick poney express you'll need a time machine