I was 6 years old when I lost my father. My little brother Brian was about a month, he did not get to know our father. I was 3 years old in a nice spring day when I heard my mother scream for help. As I walked in the room to see what was going on I saw my mother next to my father in the bed. My mother was crying for the first time. I started to know how to talk but I did not know what was going on at that moment. I asked my mother what was wrong with Daddy she said it is hard to explain to you Marie you are still small. I just hugged her so hard like I hug my horse Bill. My dad looked like a blob in the bed. Then I saw my grandma Dory come in, and then she started to cry. I was really confused. I was just a little girl running around the house enjoying my childhood.
Before my father passed away my mother always seemed happy like when she was cooking for us every day. She will always sing her favorite song and she seemed happy every day. But since that day that my father died it was just my mother Amy, my grandma Dory, my older brother Carl and my younger brother Brian. Then as I remembered we had one uncle named Jane he was my dad’s brother, they almost looked alike. Sometimes I even called him dad. He was sweet like my dad but he did look old.
Then one day my mother woke up so early she was very happy I was surprised. My grandma was still sad about my father’s death after 3 years old. As my uncle worked outside in the warm weather planting our crops. My mother was cooking. She seemed the same like before when my father was here. Then I saw the table done. It had an apple pie, apple juice, and some cheese. My grandma was carving in the bread. It was annoying just hearing her move the knive back and forth.
Before my father passed away my mother always seemed happy like when she was cooking for us every day. She will always sing her favorite song and she seemed happy every day. But since that day that my father died it was just my mother Amy, my grandma Dory, my older brother Carl and my younger brother Brian. Then as I remembered we had one uncle named Jane he was my dad’s brother, they almost looked alike. Sometimes I even called him dad. He was sweet like my dad but he did look old.
Then one day my mother woke up so early she was very happy I was surprised. My grandma was still sad about my father’s death after 3 years old. As my uncle worked outside in the warm weather planting our crops. My mother was cooking. She seemed the same like before when my father was here. Then I saw the table done. It had an apple pie, apple juice, and some cheese. My grandma was carving in the bread. It was annoying just hearing her move the knive back and forth.
Then as we all sat down there was only one seat missing without a person. My uncle did not want to seat because that was my fathers seat so he was honoring him. So he was going upstair. As we started eating you saw my older brother Carl eating a lot. Brian was just looking at his cup of tea. My mother was feeding my horse but i wanted to feed it i tried to get its attention but my mother just kept feeding him. Then you will here the dog yawning. That was the best day of my life becuase we were here as a family with my father's spirit at the table.
I liked your story,but you need to fix spelling. For example, the part were the uncle didnt seat" it is sit. and look for ford were they are not completed.
ReplyDeletei like your story but you need to fix your errors. beside that i like it but it was sad.
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Good Story Zuly.
ReplyDeleteIts interesting but sad
Fix some mistakes you have in there
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nice story
ReplyDeletebut why so sad
Nice story Zuly its so sad :(
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