WHeN MOmY CriEs (9-11 story)

I live in a big city called New York. It’s in America.

Today I go back to schole. So I can learn lots. Momy says so.

My dress is green. Momy and daddy bought it for me.

For my seventh birthday.

I’M a biG girl now. But Momy says l can’t buy bread at the store by myself. Not any more. Because my dady is gone away.

Dady used to work in a high, high bilding. And it fel down. That was on September, with two ones after it.

Momy says bad peple made two planes crash. Into the bilding, I mean. That’s where my dady used to work.

There was a fire.

And lots of smoke. I saw it on TV.

I WAS Watching my favorite program. Then momy came and hugged me. I spilt my hot choclate all over the floor.

All over my bunny slippers.

Momy looked SO sad. At the TV, I Mean. Not at me. Her eyes had lots and lots of tears. And SHE rubbed her face really hard. Her cheeks were red like fire. Like on TV.

“Don’t squeeze me so tight,” momy. I said.

When daddy gave hugs, he liked to squeeze too. But he’s not here anymore. When I go to sleep at night, only momy comes. To hug and kiss me.

She stays longer, than before. And we talk a lot. About me and dady.

And momy.

We play card games. Now I win more times. I think my momy lets me win on purpose.

Dady used to laugh when I tickled his nose. Then he would grab my toes. And play, “This little Piggy went to market.” I liked that.

Now ther is just me and momy. All by ourselves.

In the morning, I still miss my Dady. Momy lets me brush my teeth first. Even if I take a long time.

She sits on her bed. And waits. I try to go faster.

mOMY stares at pictures of my dady. And me. He looks so happy in the picture. There are pictures of us.

All over the house.

Momy says dady is in Heaven. I don’t know where that is.

But it must be a nice place. Becus momy says one day we will be together again.

WiTh Dady and Momy. And me too.

Now I go to school. And I work real hard. I want dady to be proud of me. I’ll never forget him.

Becus when momy cries, I remember my dady.

- The End -

© Richard & Esther Provencher