By Sydney, Age 11
My feet hitting the grass, crossing the pavement, burning my feet, then I threw myself into her. 10 days earlier.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy!”
“She’s at the hospital,” said Dad. Of course she was.
“ She said she’d be back in two days”.
He was wrong.
Seven days later, late at night: “ Mimi, am I brave?” “Honey, you’re the bravest person I know.”
But I didn’t think so. Now, I’m not trying to be brief here but my dad feels like he got hit by a bus and my mom is still not home. Now I have to go to virtual learning. But I still wonder, how will people react to it? Day 10: Last night someone hurt me by making me feel bad about my religion. But anyway, my mom might COME HOME! I need to make posters. Later: I was playing with Mimi and all of a sudden a car pulled in and my mom was home! My feet hitting the grass, crossing the pavement, burning my feet, then I threw myself into her giving her a giant bear hug. Unfortunately I can’t cry, but she can and she did! My family stood in the driveway.