I found this story in my daughter's bookbag and it says by Sonya. I knew she was growing up, but Holy Cow. Could this have honestly been written by a 9 year old? What do you think this says about her and about our family? Am I being silly to wonder what would make her write something like this? I've left all the punctuation and spelling just as she had it.
Don't Leave Me
Mama "I'm sorry" I remember saying the day my mother was beat to death with that slick leather belt. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the scared back and saw my very own mother lying down dead. "She was just trying to help me" I screamed at are master he tapped me on my shoulder as a warning to quit this nonsense. "Get back to work" he screamed at me in loud ear poinding voice. I started to pick the corn still crying in a soft voice.
I am a 13 year old girl still trying to clear my mind of the so called accident as my master called it. Now I am free in the north living in Canada. I am a best corn picker in the North just as I was in the cruel South. Mama would be so proud things would be a lot easier if she was around but it's just me and Papa. I remember when there was one of the biggest Dust Storms in the whole South, boy it takes me way back.
"There is definitely going to be some strong North winds so you might want to stay in since it hasn't rained in months" I heard the man on the radio say. Then I heard a soft voice say, "I'm scared Henry. He has grown meaner" I loved the way Mama spoke in her soft southern voice. But I got real scared too, Then the next day the tragic heart pounding death came.
I looked out the window and saw my Papa shake hands with a Southern man. It frightened me inside. Second's later papa entered our home. He said that I am 13 years old and ready to be on my own I felt the tears coming along, I got accepted into the grand corn picking association I'm going to have to leave you. No no no" I wailed. "I already lost Mama and I don't want to lose you to". I soon realized that he had to go. I screamed I love you daddy and I always will!! He started crying too and we just started are own balling club. For some reason I felt like Mama's death wasn't my fault, I realized it was destiny for her to die. If I hadn't ever swam across the lake and nearly drowned I would have never grew as close to my dad as felt now. His soft hand rubbed my back and he told me everything would be ok. "Ill come back for you". Those were the last words I ever heard from my Papa again.
About Me
- Not so evil Shenanigans
- I*m the busy momma of four kids from 24-15 and three grandsons. The two still in school are active in school & sports, so they keep me running. I work full time and have a 90 minute commute to work. My oldest daughter lives nearby with her husband and two sons. My oldest son, his fiancee and their son live in the same town that we do. My youngest son and daughter are working to keep the level of chaos in our home the same as when all four of them were home:)
4 comments:
Yikes. I definitely would not think a 9 year old would write those things...or think of those things.
Well, she'll be 10 in 2 weeks, but she's still 9 in my book.
It sounds to me like a story written for a school assignment. Especially since it was in her bookbag. Maybe they were studying slavery or something. I don't think it says anything about your family, and I don't think it's anything to worry about. My daughter has had to write lots of stories for social studies and literature. She's written about child abuse, suicide, teen age love, broken hearts, immigrants, she's even written a biography about me. Put your mind at ease and ask her about it. Tell her you thought it was interesting and wondered what it was and how she thought it up.
I think it's an amazing illustration of how she empathizes with what others have had to go through. My Charlie has always written short stories, starting around her age, and now writes screenplays that just blow me away. It's an amazing gift to write something that stirs someone else. It's probably for school, and regardless of whether it is or not, it's good. I'd be very proud of her.
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